#ooooooo i can't wait to pull for him !!!

[mrstsugikuni]

Hi! I was one of the people who had sent an ask! Basically I had asked for a Muzan x f!reader, collge au. I had thought of Y/N losing a bet to her friends and having to kiss Muzan as a punishment. However, Muzan wants more and they end up in bed together?

Thanksss💓

Ooooooo yes yes yes yess 😍😍

I'ma have a lot of fun with this one 💪🏻

Warnings: Oral sex(Reader receiving), vaginal sex, creampie, unprotected sex, and a possible breeding kink.

MINORS DNI!!

'What did I get myself into.. I can't believe I lost to a dumb bet and now I have to kiss Muzan.. literally the hottest guy on our campus!' I thought to myself as sweat dropped from my face class was about to be over meaning I would have to face my punishment.

There it was the bell, everyone rushed out the room except for me I was still a little nervous and don't get me wrong I've had a crush on Muzan since freshman year back in high school but he got a little distant when we got in college he's always busy so I can understand but now I have to kiss him and I was scared he would feel different and reject the kiss, but I have to do this.

I silently made my way to where he usually was over by the campus doors and before I approached him I turned around just to see my friends watching behind a tree giggling like little girls who just go their favorite doll for Christmas.

"Hey! [Name] haven't seen you in forever how have ya been?" His voice was deep yet calm and it was just so dreamy I missed his voice so much and hearing it is like music to my ears. "Oh! I've been great Muzan, and you?" I smiled at him with adoration, he was just so perfect. "Oh same old same old, always busy with something, did you need something?" That's when I remembered, The bet! The punishment! Oooh the punishment.

"Yeah actually. Um could you maybe come a little closer I have a secret for you." He nodded and leaned over to hear your "secret" and before he could get closer to your ear you kissed him. His whole face went into a state of shock before sinking into the kiss, his right hand latched behind your head and his left was on your waist keeping you in place the kiss was passionate and spicy blanded together.

After a while he pulled back a smirk plastered apon his beautiful features, his red cherry eyes staring into yours love was in his eyes but there was something else In those eyes there was something more sinister lying between his eyes. "Y'know skipping never harmed anyone especially if it was just once." His deep voice sent shivers down your spine as lust sugar coated it's way on his tongue. "I suppose just once is a innocent crime." You looked him up and down and smirked he chuckled at he wrapped his arm around you and guided you to his apartment, as the two of you walked off you flipped off your friends who were now shocked at what just happened.

Not even a second into his apartment and he was all on you leaving love bites all over your neck as he left his mark on your soft skin, the whole up the elevator was nothing but the firey passion y'all felt for each other, His lips were addictive and sweet and you couldn't get enough he was like a drug to you and you wanted more.

When the elevator stopped at his floor he picked you up, your legs wrapped around him as he ran down to his room, giggles filled the halls as he continued to run with you in his hands the giggles only stopped and we're instead replaced by a loud thud. He threw you against his room door as he struggled to get the right key out.

When the door finally opened, he took no hesitance in slamming it and running to his room and throwing you on the bed. He stopped for a while and took in the beautiful view he had of you, it was magnificent he loved every inch of your body and couldn't wait to see it with out clothes. He began to take his shirt off his toned body was a sight for sore eyes he was gorgeous, you went to repeat what he did but he stopped you. "Allow me." He grabbed the hem of your shirt and slowly pulled it off, he pulled you close to his chest as he reached over your body and unclipped your bra letting it fall to the floor your boobs pressed against his chest as the passion in your eyes grew by the moment. He slowly placed you back on the bed before kneeling in front of the bed and where your clothes vagina played, he slowly took off [Clothing wear of choice] exposing your soaked panties it looked like a pool down there and he enjoyed every inch of it, before pulling your panties down as well. He stared at it for what seemed like forever not giving it any physical contact and it made you feel embarrassed. He continued to stare at it a little longer until his lips made contact with your sensitive bud sending chills up your spine from the sudden contact, his tongue danced with your clit making you feel so good and warm inside, as sweet noises erupt from your throat your hand finding it's way into his black locks and gripping it, a little a grunt could be heard as he continued to lick and suck your clitoris at a rhythm.

You can feel tight knot in your stomach as you arrive towards your climate. Your body shook out of control as the knot came undone, catching Muzan off guard as your juices covered his face. "Perhaps give me a warning next time?" He said chuckling right after taking his hand and wiping away the slick from his face.

He stood up from the kneeling position he was in, his hands reaching for his belt and the sound of metal touching as he unbuckles his belt. His eyes never leaving yours as a staring competition was started. Without even noticing his pants were lying on the floor next to him and he was stroking his cock right in front of you, his smirk only growing as he watched your eyes widen and your face turn red. He stopped stroking it and began crawling on top of you asserting his dominance. His lips leaving kisses all over your neck as he slowly aligned his cock to your pussy, Without warning he pushed his way in, just his tip was in and you knew you were in for a ride, he slowly kept making his way in sinking his cock through your tight walls. Suddenly with a swift movement he was all the way in and you felt so full, it didn't last long as you felt him slowly pull out, Your whines filled the room from the loss of his cock that was until he slammed back in and a loud yelp echoed through the room, he repeated that action keeping a rough yet slow pace. Skin slapping against skin, moans, grunts, groans, and pants were the only things that could be heard. Suddenly he flipped you over, your stomach facing the bed but your body kept upwards and your back was arched deliciously, he loved this position. Now he has access to everything better, He wasn't being slow and rough anymore he was being fast and rough his pace never resting and only getting faster. He was getting close to his climax and so we're you, his thrust were starting to get sloppy yet he kept his pace the same your moans getting more broken, your eyes were lost in the ceiling and drool ran from the corner of your mouth you were lost in pure euphoria and so was he. Yet again the knot in your stomach came undone all over his cock and your moans got so loud you knew the neighbors could hear, just hearing that moan led him to his climax, his semen filing you up from deep inside your walls painting it a lovely white color.

He kept himself inside until he knew his semen would stay in there, slowly pulling out before going to the bathroom to clean himself and prepare you two a nice warm bath to relax in.

Ok ok oml! I hope this was good cause like I had to rush it a little at the end cause I have to do stuff but I think it was really good!

OOOH I SHOULD SO DO AFTER CARE HEADCANONS FOR THE UPPER MOONS 😍😍

[luckycharms1701]

*crawls carefully over to a deep and foreboding gaping hole and peeks my head over the edge to look inside. There I see three feral tumblrs prowling around and laughing maniacally (y’all know who you are)

I pull back a little to glance at the warning sign written in bold lettering “Mikey Well: DO NOT ENGAGE IF YOU DO NOT WISH TO FALL IN AND SUFFER THE SAME FATE”

I let out a little hum and tilt my head curiously, inching back towards the mouth of the hole. “They look hungry though…And it is the holidays…I wouldn’t want them to feel lonely…”

Turn slightly and grabs something out of my pocket. I glance at the random ask request sitting in my palm, considering for a moment. Then I shrug nonchalantly and with a sheepish grin, cautiously drop the ask into the Mikey Well*

Just wondering on your take on how Bayverse Mikey would handle having a friend/SO who’s exTrEmElY touch starved, to the point that most touches become super overwhelming. I think it would be interesting to see how he would handle that being the most physically affectionate of the turtle brothers 🤔

And then also how would Mikey respond to said individual finally feeling secure enough to request affection? AnYhOo, Hope you have a wonderful New Year and may all the good come back to you in the coming days. May you always feel inspired and never experience creative blocks! Here’s a little request for y’all to gnaw on for a while and once again please know how appreciated you are!🧡✨

ooooooo, a new request to gnaw on, i love those!!!!

and honestly, anon-chan, i wouldn't call it **maniacal** laughter! just a little, you know, crazed

we're certainly not reaching out to bodily pull you in the well with us

anyway, thank you very much for the new year's wishes! may you have a year that you've only ever dreamed of!

oh man what a request too thank you!! as someone who is seriously touch starved myself i have Thoughts

Mikey has so many feelings the first time you flinch away from his touch. He is sad that what he sees as an overture of friendship is apparently rebuffed. He is upset that you, who has been so kind to them, must still somehow see them as monsters. Why else would you shy away from his touch? He is angry, because he once again has been denied something because of who he is. Because of something he can't help, something that honestly, deep down, he doesn't really want to change.

It takes him some time, and a lot of pushing down his natural instinct to reach out, to realize that you don't let anyone touch you, not even other humans. To be fair, he's not really in a position to witness you interacting with other humans a lot. But April, Casey, and Vern all receive the same flinch that he did, so it must be a universal thing.

He feels the same things all over again. Sad, because he can't imagine going through life without the healing power of another's touch. Upset, because he should have realized sooner. Angry, because you are the one going through this.

Mikey's not the type to let this stand. But it's not like he can really do anything without your agreement. And he can't talk to you about it, it's not like you're Raph. Besides, he's still feeling a little... cagey? No, a little cautious around you. He really, really doesn't want to be proven wrong.

So he opts for the agonizing option of waiting. It's so hard, but it's for you, so he does it. He takes every opportunity to subtly (like a brick wall, but no one has the heart to tell him that) let you know that he's available to be touched. He hopes that with time you will reach out yourself and give him the permission he desperately wants.

When you reach out and touch him for the first time? Well, sunshine boy earns his name. He is so happy, even if he can't pick you up and spin you around the way he wants to. So he tucks that feeling away, for a time when that will be possible. He hopes that time is soon.

And when that time does come? When you finally come to him and ask for the affection he longs to give you? Mikey can hardly believe it. He starts small, though this too is hard for him. A press of his hand to your arm. A brief one-armed hug. A ruffle of your hair. Even those small touches are enough to give him joy. He's so happy that you're letting someone in, and he's especially happy that you chose to let him in, of all people.

When he gets to pick you up and spin you around the way it feels like he's always wanted to, it's only natural for it to end with a kiss.

[seiya-starsniper]

Since I can't wait to cry about it: 🚬 on the snippet ask!!

Ooooooo this is one is a real angst wringer! I really only had an outline prior to the ask game, so have a snippet of everything I've actually written so far for the fic!

“All right?” Vander asks, the deep baritone of his voice reverberating against Silco’s body. Silco represses a shudder, choosing instead to grip Vander’s shoulders more tightly as he fights to keep his breathing even.  “Mmmhmm,” Silco mumbles, because that’s all he can manage. If he tries to form real words, he already knows only the darkest, more heinous things will come tumbling out of his mouth. It’s fine, he tells himself through measured inhales, while trying not to gag at the smell of cigarettes that Vander prefers. Tries not to remember that’s what he’d smelled like, right before he shoved SIlco’s head under the polluted waters of the Pilt. It’s fine, he repeats to himself. It’s not the same as before, it’s not real, you’re overreacting again, it’s fine, it’s fine, it’s— “Silco,” Vander sighs, loosening his embrace and then pulling away. Despite the fear and adrenaline still running through him, Silco tries to reach for the other man, but Vander only shakes his head. Whatever he sees on Silco’s face must make things worse, for Vander’s expression goes from exasperated to horrified to mournful, all in just a matter of moments. 

Make me write Ask Game!

[gyunikum]

Hiiiiii I have a Käärijän prompt: they take a walk together in Slovenia and maybe they have their first kiss?

OOOOOOO exciting! I am incapable of writing fluff, so i added a little bit of feelings and pining (tm):

No castle is grander than the one Bojan takes Jere to. It's more of a fancy residence than a usual European fortress, and it's small--but it's out-of-the-way and quiet, and that's all Jere needs.

He hadn't realised just how exhausted he was until he sat on the plane to Ljubljana, with the weight of the past twelve months pressing down on his chest like some sleep paralysis nightmare. Or maybe it was just the shitty air-pressure in the cabin. He didn't dare let go of the tension even when Bojan went to pick him up at the airport, at least not until they were in Bojan's apartment - cleaned in a haphazard I'm doing this for the guests way - and on the couch.

Jere let out a deep sigh then, and perhaps it was the sign Bojan had been waiting for. He'd been reserved, mostly just glancing at Jere with a small smile, and Jere'd been wondering why through the whole ride.

'What do you wanna do?' Bojan asked quietly.

'Sleep,' Jere mumbled, exhausted. He hadn't come to visit Bojan just to sleep, but his muscles finally let go in a way that he had completely forgotten he was capable of.

So Bojan planned activities that didn't require too much energy. A holiday, a proper holiday, he said. And Jere felt a bit guilty at the start, because he wanted both of them to have fun, and lazing around was definitely not fun.

It was on the third day that they drove to the castle some way from Ljubljana. Jere spent most of the ride taking photos and capturing videos of the landscape to send home. Nothing would be posted online, they had agreed, after Bojan suggested it; Jere hadn't been sure why exactly, but he didn't mind. It was just as much Bojan's holiday as Jere's.

The castle was nestled by the border of a forest, on the foothills of a mountain. Gentle rolling hills. Pretty. In the group chat, Tomi sent him a bunch of jealous emoticons after the photos. I'm a fucking king, bro, Jere told them, attached to a photo of the villa. All he got back was a bowing emoji, and then Bojan was pulling up to the parking lot.

Their room had one king-sized bed. King of the fucking universe, Jere thought to himself. It made him laugh out loud nearly, until Bojan's vastly different reaction cut him off.

'Fuck me,' Bojan groaned upon seeing their room. He must've made the booking beforehand. 'I asked for two beds. I'll just--'

'Is fine,' Jere blocked Bojan's path with his suitcase. 'One bed, one cup of tea.'

It took Bojan a moment to remember, but the way his face lit up and the creases between his eyebrows smoothed out eased Jere's mood too.

There is a rampart of sorts, and a tower to walk up to for the hotel guests. It overlooks the valley, and has a nice view of the surrounding mountains. It's some Lord of the Rings type beauty, Jere has to admit.

On the narrow rampart, their hands brush. It's electrifying. Jere wants to grab Bojan's hand--they are the only ones there, and even if there were others, it wouldn't be their fucking business. It's only Bojan's reservation that keeps Jere's hands at his sides, awfully conscious.

They stand close, shoulder to shoulder, looking at the landscape. Jere likes the mountains, can't tear his eyes off of the peaks. He wants to be there--he wants to be here. Never leave. Buy a castle of his own and live there.

'Tomorrow we go there?' Jere asks, pointing at the mountains. His gaze returns from the hike, and settles, for a moment, on their hands resting next to each other on the rough stone. He looks at Bojan.

Bojan has been staring at him. It's a particular look that Jere has seen a few times before, in Liverpool. It's that look when Bojan goes contemplative--

'Sure, we can,' Bojan smiles, and steps around Jere to proceed up the tower. His palm, however, slips over Jere's knuckles and stay there for as long as it takes Bojan to step away.

That night, they barely sleep a few hours, because neither of them can say good night. Words come spilling into the darkness, because even now, even with Bojan and after all this time of talking about his feelings, the complete darkness gives Jere the absolute courage to reach into the deepest parts of him and show it--because Bojan won't see it, he can't see in this darkness. And Jere's English words are crusty. He wishes Bojan could speak Finnish.

They talk about the future and the past. The sum of the two is them, lying on the same bed, facing each other. Jere wishes he could see Bojan, wishes he could reach out and make sure he's there in the flesh and it's not just an illusion of his deep voice. It's a fucking nightmare. He's not afraid in the dark but a lamp would come in handy. Any other time he would not think twice touching Bojan, but still there is an aura of reservation around his friend, like he's holding back.

'What is wrong?'

Bojan opens his mouth--Jere can hear his lips separate. His tongue is dry, he should drink. The sound is obscene and comforting. A breath.

'Can't sleep.' Jere thinks, don't want to sleep.

'Me too can't,' Jere says, barely above a whisper. He shifts, shoulder growing numb, until his left arm is not underneath his body, but lying between them. He pretends that should he flex his fingers, he could touch Bojan.

'I'm--' Bojan speaks, voice gravelly. 'So glad you could make it. Really.'

'Me too.' Jere smiles to himself. His eyelids feel heavy. He doesn't want to sleep. 'I missed you, Bojan.'

Then.

Something presses again his fingers.

Bojan hooks his little finger around Jere's.

'Missed you too.' And Jere can hear him smile.

It is so much easier to do something under the aegis of darkness. It's emboldening, like adrenaline or alcohol without the inevitable crash or hangover. And thus, darkness is most dangerous to act under.

Jere feels it before he hears it:

Bojan moves closer, the mattress dips, skin presses against his. The sheets rustle, and Bojan breathes loudly. His fingers have slipped into Jere's grasp.

A presence hovers above him, but he can only see a vague silhouette. Nothing weighs on him anymore.

Jere angles his chin, and the tip of Bojan's hair brushes his nose.

The night gives both of them courage: for Jere to lift his head, and Bojan to lower his lips.

[the-whispers-of-death]

im hardcore imagining nurse!sylvester just ignoring his compass. he's suddenly cold and needs to pull on his puffer. or he's holding his hands behind his back as he talks to butcher, or uses only the hand without the tattoo to do things when in stone's presence

well. when in doubt, bring in kid!mārīte. maybe she's obsessed with the idea of the tattoos and cannot wait for hers, which means sylvester gets the joy of her staring at it constantly. even while visiting butcher and whole sylvester is forced to engage w stone

something something shes fiddling with his sleeve and is like "WHOA !!! dad!!! its pointing at that guy (stone) >:D !!! i he your soulmate!?!?! >:OOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" while he tries to shush her and say that her other dad is trying to rest, and needs quiet (he doesnt. he really doesnt)

he just got hella embarrassed in my head. so. im guessing im doing *something* right

And directly after that, Doctor!Stone says he has to deal with other patients and he practically runs out of the hospital room. He's feeling so many things, but he can't seem to let himself feel any of it.

It's not the right place. It's not the right time. It's not the right person.

No matter how much it hurts, he's pushing it all down until he no longer feels anything. Because that, to him, is safe. He can safely treat Butcher if he doesn't feel the hurt that comes with knowing his soulmate has someone else.

Imagining that Doctor!Stone eventually recuses himself and the next time Nurse!Sylvester sees a doctor stepping into the room to check on Butcher, it's someone else entirely.

[aria0fgold]

I don't think/know-if any of these fit with your Doll AU, but I have a collection of doll-related songs, and I think you might like them.

Paper Doll by The Mills Brothers

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n-7FyioBGOM

Party Doll by Buddy Knox

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=subQklC5U_g

It's Only a Paper Moon by Cliff Edwards

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TvnnOLjHHNI

He's a Demon - He's a Devil - He's a Doll by Betty Hutton

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IYM7y7QY0l0

I've Got No Strings by Barbra Streisand

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qQAth5ZG7qw

Valley of the Dolls by MARINA

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Uaw6e-8IvX8

Master of Puppets by Metallica

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E0ozmU9cJDg

Ooooooo!!! I listened to all of em and can definitely say that Party Doll, He's a Demon - He's a Devil - He's a Doll, and I've Got No Strings doesn't fit at all (I don't think Party Doll and I've Got No Strings can fit cuz the former song is about partying and Doll AU Hero prefers to keep things lowkey and the latter song is about freedom and yea that can't fit)

I think He's a Demon - He's a Devil - He's a Doll caaaan fit a lil bit? A tiny tiny bit. It only fits if Hero decides to get close to his targets but the thing here is that the less connection the people he kills has to him, the better cuz then the police won't be able to trace back anything to him.

Paper Doll and Master of Puppets kinda fits too! The line in Paper Doll: "When I come home at night, she will be waiting, She'll be the truest doll in all this world" is so fitting for Hero in the AU.

And the lines in Master of Puppets:

Needlework the way, never you betray Life of death becoming clearer Pain monopoly, ritual misery Chop your breakfast on a mirror

+

Master of puppets, I'm pulling your strings Twisting your mind and smashing your dreams Blinded by me, you can't see a thing

I can see that fitting Hero as he kills his targets for his dear Mari doll.

Valley of the Dolls fits a lot though! And It's Only a Paper Moon is a really sweet song but if placed in the context of the AU turns a lil morbid and I love it too. It's like Hero telling a dead corpse to believe in him as he's trapped in a never-ending make-believe anyway.

[moreloke]

god knows i can't log onto ao3 soooooooo here's a full review lol

Ansuz. A reminder to wait and listen. She had pulled that one before as well.

dana: caually rune reading fox: gib attention walter: looking. respectfully. ok maybe a tiny bit not so respectfully

“And what’s your opinion, Skinner?”

gib that boy attention!!!!!!!!!!!

Their lips against his. Their bodies in his arms. Returning his feelings tenfold.

yes! visualise! send the signal to the Universe!

“You guys are boring. Why do I even attend these trips if all you two do is ignore me?” Mulder grumbled.

GIB THAT BOY ATTENTION!!! RN!!!!!

Scully choked on another laugh.

Mulder flipped him off—and immediately took it back when Skinner sent him a stern glare.

lovinggggggggg this dynamic

He hoped Mulder never noticed how he watched her, either. He didn’t want them to view him as some creep. Or worse, piece together that he had started crushing on them these last few months, like some damn teenager.

ooooooo poor baby catching feels hehehe

Scully had been the one to do more of the hard work whether it involved setting up camp or practicing magic to protect them.

my queen!!!

the descriptions of mulder and scully sooooooo much gender. all the gender!!!

Skinner didn’t trust the tall, lanky bodies he saw standing still amongst the trees. They were a figment of his imagination. They had to be. He willed them to be. Even when he swore he saw one move. It was just a shadow from the fire. Nothing more. Nothing less.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

How could he want them both? How could he love and hate seeing them hold each other so close? Why did he torture himself with these trips?

Why did it feel like they were being watched?

all the important questions!!!!!

the part where he noticed the danger and they didn't bc were too busy Gazing at each other and he went all MUST PROTECC -YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

his tent being too small + too much prospective touching

there's always next time!!! :3

He wanted to leave before their quaint little camping trip turned into a horror movie blockbuster.

🥺

the sequesce of wanting to open up and being terrified of opening up in fron of his friends because he couldn't bear their dissapointemt !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1111111111

Mulder and Skinner believed in aliens but Scully did not. Scully and Mulder believed in mothman, Skinner didn’t. Mulder was the only one who believed in bigfoot.

honestly picturing them showing power point presentation abt it to each other

They could be pissy all they wanted. As long as they were safe, that’s all that mattered to him.

🥰🥰🥰🥰✨✨🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰🥰

Maybe he should’ve told them what he saw. Maybe he had overreacted. Maybe they would be better off without him.

baby calm down!! /worried

There was something sinister haunting their campfire last night. It was his duty to protect them. He did what he was supposed to do. Although, they might not see it that way.

sweet idiot! !!!!!

He would grovel at her feet to stay by her side.

baby calm down! /affectionate. also Dana doing a peace negotiation nd healer duty :3 :3

His thumb stilled and his pretty eyes stared at the display screen in growing horror.

horrified and shaken boys with pretty eyes! the nature is healing!

Mulder, what is going on?” Scully demanded, swatting his slick hand off her. Mulder grasped the dashboard instead. He looked panicked. “We can’t stop. We need to get out of here now!”

Please he's so scared he forgot to get! attentiom!! also maybe not feeling all that compassionate and heartfelt towards the spirits they're hunting 🤔

Finally, they trusted each other.

I loved the bits of Walter imagining what the other two were like in Real Life, and his pov going from sooo pretty want kisss mustn't loook to MUST PROTECC PROTECC PROTECC PROTECC my goddes my sunshine what if they're better off without me who cares must PROTECC

Here’s the first installment of my Cryptid Seekers AU where civilians Skinner, Scully, and Mulder investigate the paranormal and cryptids together, forming a budding relationship (and developing feelingsssssss).

[glazelilyy]

good afternoon ayato nation how are we feeling?

[guess-my-next-obsession]

hi I would like to make yet another request if that is okay.

hear me out actress! reader and richard madden is in a private relationship. now on the golden globes 2019, they didn't go together since they wanted to keep their relationship low-key. then once richard was announced as the winner the reader couldn't contain her excitement for richard. so she went and hug him. richard also unexpectedly thank her on his acceptance speech for supporting him (and the camera shot where her face turned from 😍 to 😳 since she was so surprised!)

😫🥺 I'm sorry if I'm asking for much with the long detail. couldn't wait this idea of mine that has been inside my head for a long time to be turned into a fic that I can read. thank you so much for opening your request and have a nice day!

a/n: ooooooo lemme tell ya! i'm a sucker for any celeb!reader secret romance type fic so i'm always excited to write this kind of stuff!!

pairing: richard madden x actress!reader

warnings: secret relationships, lots of fluff

words: 2,159

"This feels a bit silly, Y/N." Richard chuckled as two separate cars showed up to your shared Los Angeles home, the two of you dressed to the nines for The Golden Globes. You smiled and stepped closer to him, the train of your gown sweeping the stone beneath you as walked. Your hands slid up his chest, the luxurious fabric of his tuxedo feeling smooth against your fingertips as you reached to adjust his bow-tie. He gave you a content and lazy grin as you looked up at him, your hands migrating to the back of his neck. "We should just ride together, love."

"I don't want to even risk the chance of ruining your night by making it all about dating rumors." You insisted, pulling him down lightly until his lips were pressed softly against yours. When you both parted, he rested his forehead against yours for a moment, sighing in defeat before kissing the spot his head was just resting against.

"Fine, but ye' know people are going to find out one day." He argued with a smug smile, his hands holding onto your satin-covered hips. With a pat to his chest, you walked backwards and turned towards your car, shooting him a smile as you allowed your assistant to help you inside the backseat. "Ye' can't hide me forever, my love!"

"No one is hiding anybody, my dear!" You shouted back at him as you sat in the back seat, the window rolled down. With a chuckle, he walked over to your door, resting his elbows on the open window. He looked so good dressed up like this, and his inability to leave you alone for more than a minute told you that he thought the same of you.

Richard gave you that sweet closed-mouth grin that made your heart skip inside your chest, making it hard to deny the pretty boy of his wish to ride with you, but you knew what would happen if he did. You knew the way rumors or romance drama could overshadow someone's entire career if they let it, and you did not want that to be the case for either of you. You were determined to slowly, bit by bit, make your relationship common knowledge to the world, but until then, it was important to you not to make a scene--especially tonight.

"Can I at least have a parting kiss, my love?" He batted his eyes at you dramatically, his tone snarky as he realized he wasn't going to charm you into letting him have it his way. With a giggle you nodded, leaning over to the door. Richard held your face in his hands as he kissed you deeply, much different than the one you shared moments before. You felt like your head was spinning as he pulled away and gave you a cocky grin. Shaking your head at him, you grinned down at your lap, face flushed pink as you avoided the stare of your lover. "I'll find ye' at the ceremony, dove."

"I love you, Richard." You looked back up as he started to walk to his own car, but your words caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Neither of you had said it before, although you both knew how serious you felt for each other. It just never felt like the right time to properly say it until now, and being the first one to do so made your stomach flip. Richard turned around and tilted his head at you, his mouth flipped into a heart-felt frown. He jogged back to you and swept you up into another heated kiss, this time only stopping because your assistant had returned. Richard pulled away, his thumb blotting your lips to ensure your lipstick hadn't smudged too much.

"Oh, I love you, Y/N." He swore in a tender and quiet voice, his eyes peering deeply into yours.

"Richard, we have to go now!" His assistant called as she guided his parents into the backseat of his car. Richard gave you another longing smile and walked away, hand pressing to his lips to blow you a kiss as he climbed into his SUV. You sucked in a breath and released it slowly as you rolled your window up, a content grin on your face as you thought about how lucky you were to find a love so authentic in an industry full of inauthenticity.

"You're going to marry that boy." Your assistant joked as your car followed his, a flush still on your cheeks as you laughed at his statement, knowing just how right you hoped he was.

Your car had lost Richards in the busy LA traffic, so you weren't sure if he had already walked the carpet or not, but either way you knew you still had an appearance to make as a presenter. A bodyguard opened up your door as you pulled into the carpet, helping you out of the backseat while your makeup artist touched up any spots that had worn off on the drive. With one last touch-up on your hair, you began the anxiety-inducing walk, cameras flashing and crowds of photographers and press shouting at you to look in different directions. You tried your best to tune them out as you posed, your heart and mind already occupied with thoughts of your lover.

With one glance over at the celebrities that had come just before you, you caught glimpse of Richard at the end of the carpet, taking his last few pictures. As is he could sense your gaze, he turned and locked eyes with you, the distance between you making it hard to distinguish if he was actually looking at you or just in this direction. You contained the urge to wave at him and turned back to the cameras, your acting hitting its peak as you pretended not to be swept away in thought.

After leaving the carpet, you realized that this was the only non-televised time you had to wish your boyfriend luck without millions of people trying to read your lips. Your poor assistant tried to keep up with your quick pace as you searched through the press area, hoping Richard was already done with his interviews for the night. But before you could find him, he found you.

"I've missed ye'." He whispered in your ear as he gave you an all-too polite hug, his awareness of the cameras stronger than your own at the moment. "I have to go do interviews, but I wanted to see ye' and tell ye' good luck before I lose ye' for the next few hours."

"Oh, baby." You gave him a frown before chuckling. "I'm supposed to be wishing you good luck."

"Luck to us both, love." He winked at you before being pulled away by his publicist. Thankfully, your team had the same idea, pulling you into an interview right beside Richards.

"Y/N, how are you doing tonight? Do you enjoy the madness of the awards season?" A journalist from E! asked in a bubbly tone, reminding you of your least favorite part of your job--the press.

"Oh, I hate it so much. So much." You joked in your dry sense of humor that either caused people to love or to hate you. "No, it's fun. I'm a very chaotic individual so I thrive off of a chaotic environment."

"Well, this is just the place for you, then! What are you wearing tonight?" The woman gestured at your long, black, satin gown and bright jewelry you were wearing. You looked down at yourself and ran your hand over the smooth fabric as you answered.

"I'm in all Georgio Armani tonight. I just wanted something very classic and understated, but the jewelry adds a bit of something." You shrugged before feeling a familiar hand on your upper back, Richard cologne unmissable. You turned with a surprised smile as Richard interrupted your interview, acting as though this was his first time meeting you.

"Richard Madden, everybody!" The interviewer looked delighted to have a two-for-one interview, while you simply wondered what Richard was doing.

"I just wanted to say 'hi'." He smiled at you and gave you another polite hug before waving the interviewer goodbye, walking off towards the ceremony.

"That must be every girls dream, Richard Madden coming up to introduce himself! Are you guys friends or was that the first time you met?"

"No, we've met before, but he definitely caught me by surprise." You chuckled your nerves away and finished up with the interview so you could go inside and swat your boyfriend for making you blush in front of everyone.

Luckily, your table inside the ceremony was next to Richards, and you made a beeline for him before the cameras began rolling. With a tap on his shoulder, you interrupted a conversation between him and Idris Elba, making him look over his shoulder at you. He beamed with joy as he hugged you tightly, kissing your cheek.

"Do you enjoy making me blush on camera?" You asked, a hand on your hip. He tossed his head back and laughed at your dramatics, the dimples around his mouth deepening as he chuckled. "No more surprises!"

"No promises, dove." He pressed his finger to your nose as they started playing music, signaling the cameras were now rolling.

The ceremony droned on and on, actors and actresses gracing the stage, collecting awards for their brilliant performances, but all you could think about was the man sat five feet from you. Your chairs were directly across from each other, and you'd been making longing glances his way since you sat down. The closest you came to making full heart eyes at him was while you were presenting, Richard being the loudest person to cheer as you stepped on the stage, and laughing the hardest at your not-so-funny prewritten jokes. Thankfully, you were a professional and contained yourself...until...

"And the winner for Actor in a TV Series, Drama, is..." You and Richard shot a hopeful look at each other, both of your fingers crossed under the table. "Richard Madden for Bodyguard!"

The whole room faded away as you stood up and clapped loudly for him, surprising yourself as you found yourself jumping into his arms for a hug. Richard surprised you back with planting a passionate kiss on your lips, leaving you flushed red as he pulled away and walked onto the stage. Your hands were shaking as you sat back down, your smile so wide it hurt.

"Thank ye' so much to the HFPA, I didn't see this coming at all. Ehm, I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for the amazing crew and cast who made Bodyguard. They worked really hard over the course of five months to make this show, and really, ye' guys made it--" He nervously stumbled through his speech, one hand holding a piece of paper that his speech was no doubt scribbled on, the other holding his award. "Most importantly, my friends and family, and mum and dad who flew all the way from Scotland--wouldn't be here without ye'. And lastly, I need to thank the person who was there through the entire filming of this show, who loved me even when I may have allowed the character to swallow me a bit, Y/N. I love ye', dove. This is as much yers as it is mine. Thank ye' very much."

Your jaw dropped right as the camera panned to you in the audience, tears in your eyes as you listened to the man of your dreams profess his love for you in front of the entire world. You quickly covered your face and giggled at your obvious fluster, the camera soon moving away from your face so that you could properly have your moment. Instead of waiting for him to return, you carefully snuck off backstage to congratulate him. Richard stood talking excitedly with a few actors as you reached him, his eyes lighting up as he spotted you. He left his group to jog to you, sweeping you off your feet and into a tight hug.

"Oh, I can't believe it!" He swayed you back and forth as he held you, your face buried in his neck until he set you down. Your hands cupped his handsome face, wiping the tears that had spilled from his eyes.

"I guess everybody knows now, so I can do this." You pulled him in for a passionate kiss, the backstage camera finding the two of you and filming your tender display. Even though you both still didn't care for the attention, neither of you could bring yourselves to care in this moment. "I'm so proud of you, Rich."

"God, I love ye'." He squeezed you close again before letting you go, his hand holding yours. "Come on, love. Let's find my mum and dad and get out of here to properly celebrate."

[dragonsareourfuture]

Okay what about jealous L confronting your because you guys never go out with just the two of you. You always bring your friends to outings with him and he wants to be alone with you (cause he be crushin) and he gets all blushy when you ask why

OOOOOOO I LIKE IT. I took a few liberties to keep him in character but also because I got a bit carried away that's my bad ;-;

I Don't Like Your Friends — L/ GN! Reader

It’s hot out. Unbelievably so.

L has asked politely, multiple times, if you would be willing to take him back to headquarters. You’ve refused each time, gallivanting around the park in clothing appropriate for the hot weather while he sulks with his back drenched in sweat underneath his long sleeved tee, his jeans feeling like they’re shrinking in the hot sun.

You’re acting like a child, which L would not quite mind if he were not the “parent” in this scenario. L waits on the bench as you climb like a lunatic around the playground with your equally as giggly friends. You’d invited them again.

“It’s a nice day, and they’re stuck inside!” You had proclaimed just as you and L we’re heading out the door for an outing. Just the two of you. “Would it be okay if they tag along? We can hang out alone when we get back!”

L had agreed. He likes seeing you happy.

What he enjoys a little less is when you ignore him in favor of these friends. Every single time, it seems.

L knows he isn’t as energetic as they are. He knows he can’t quite match their enthusiasm when you talk about things you like or what happened during your day. He knows that on the outside, he’s rather stagnant. Possibly even boring to be around. But he thought you knew that he was listening no matter what. He thought you’d excuse his lack of outward reaction because you know how much he truly cares. L supposes that, perhaps, he must do a better job of expressing himself in the future.

But now, L is simply in a bad mood. He wants to go inside. He wants you to pay attention to him. He wants to stop wearing these fucking shoes that make his feet feel all weird with how tightly you’d tied them (yes, you did tie L’s shoes for him. It’s about the most attention you’d given him since your friends arrived).

Eventually L decides that you are not going to come around any time soon, and he swings his legs down from where he was perched on his bench. He starts walking up to the playground, where you’re hanging upside down off of a ladder. Your cheeks are puffed up around your eyes, both from the ear-to-ear smile stretching your lips and the gravity pulling your flesh closer to the ground. You look quite strange. But cute.

L calls out your name as he approaches, catching the attention of your friends as well. It’s not ideal, and he feels a twinge of annoyance arise in his chest when he has to tell you he's leaving with all of their eyes glued to him.

“Oh, are you sure?” You work on getting yourself upright, dropping down to the ground with a crunch as your feet land in the mulch below you. “We haven’t been able to spend any time together yet.”

“So you have noticed.” L mumbles, voice low and uninterested when in contrast there are so many emotions running through his head. If you wanted to spend time with him you could have just not invited other people. There. Simple solution. “Here I thought you forgot about me.”

“Why on earth would I forget? Are you okay?”

“Perfect. Now allow me to get back before Matsuda burns down our headquarters.”

He knows he’s being immature, but he can’t stop himself from turning away from you and starting down the pathway that leads to the main road’s sidewalk. He can't help but feel disappointed when you don’t grab his elbow and turn him back around, staring him down like you do to get him to crack. You’d then pull at his arm until his hand is freed from his pocket, trailing your fingers down the soft underside of his arm, leaving goosebumps in your wake, only to stop once your fingers are interlocked with his. A part of him wants that, but another part would rather you not display such affection around your watchful friends. They already make him uncomfortable as it stands.

But all hope isn’t lost, for your voice graces L’s ears in the form of hushed excuses to your friends followed immediately by quick footsteps drawing nearer and nearer. L wills himself not to turn around.

“Hey!” You call, and his will is immediately broken. He turns and immediately he’s greeted by your worried face, traces of a smile still in the middle of being wiped away. “You’re not okay, can you tell me what’s wrong?”

Can he? Can he really articulate whatever the hell he’s feeling into words?

“…quite possibly.”

“L, I’m not playing,” You sigh.

“Neither am I. I’m just…” is it time to drop the hammer? “I don’t like your friends.” Apparently it is.

“Oh?” You inquire, your tone surprisingly less disappointed and more on the curious side. “Why’s that?”

“They’re always here. They’re always in our business. They’re always…with you. And I’m not.”

“You can always join us—“

“I don’t mean to be rude but I don’t want to. I would prefer to not be around them.”

Your eyes grow wider but the shock of L’s harsh words quickly wears off. You nod. “Okay, that’s fair. I’m sorry. I should have asked you how you felt about them before inviting them over all those times.”

“I agree.”

L’s heart pangs with guilt when your eyes meet the ground. You bring your hands in front of you, looking like you’re going to fidget with them but L quickly realizes that isn’t the case when you poke at the wrist belonging to his pocketed hand.

Knowing exactly what you want and needing it just as much, L removes his hand from his pocket and gives it to you to do what you please.

You trail your index finger around L’s palm in faint, barely there circles, making goosebumps bristle on his skin. The sensation feels all too similar to the displays of affection he’d daydreamed about earlier.

“Thank you for telling me,” you say, almost as softly as your touch.

“…Thank you for caring.”

“Of course.” You bring your eyes up to meet L’s big, grey ones. “I always care. I hate that it came across like I didn’t for a while, but I want to make it up to you!”

“Oh? And how do you plan to do that?”

“With ice cream. And cake. And kisses. If you’ll let me.” L doesn’t know how he could ever say no to a smile like the one you’re giving him right now.

Even so, he brings the thumb on his free hand to his lip in faux contemplation. After a moment, he declares, “Sounds wonderful.” and his fingers cage your own in their gentle grip. “Let’s go, then.”

[stormflypirateskin]

Ooooooo!!! I got a good request!

Can I get Yoosung and Jumin (gotta have both my MM husbandos ;) headcanons with a SO who is on a trip overseas? How would they cope with being alone without them?

Thank you, angel! 💕

Yoosung and Jumin with a reader who is on a trip overseas!

Ohhhh, did Jumin captured your eye? I like this request, it was quite fun to do! Here you go, hope this is alright!

<3

-Yoosung when he first heard that you want to go overseas, he was happy but man.. was he gonna miss you. He wished he could be with you more but this looked like something that you were looking forward to, so he didn't say much.

-Before you left, he hugged you tightly and gave you a long kiss since he knew that you had to go now. Getting back home, he already missed you so much! The first thing he does is open LOLOL to distract himself.

-Yoosung tries to cope by cooking and doing other stuff you two usually do. Another thing he does is hug your pillow or your plushie (if you have one) at night since it still has your scent and buries his whole face into it, but no matter what he did, he felt kinda heavy on his chest since you were gone and he missed you a LOT.

-Yoosung texts and calls often! He often reminds you to take care of yourself and even tells you what he did that day. He eventually admits and says that he misses you and he can't wait for you to be back already so he can hold you once more!

-When you come back, he hugs you so tightly and buries his face on your neck, he missed everything about you. Back home, he is always near you and will show you tons of affection cuz he is so happy that you are back!

-Jumin immediately brings the best guards to protect you as you get ready to leave for your trip. Back then, you wouldn't really be able to guess what he was feeling but now seeing his face? He looked a little hurt because he didn't want to be away from you. He wasn't able to see you much due to him being busy so he tends to miss you a lot.. but he does want you to be happy.

-When you had to leave, he made sure to hold you close to him for as long as he could, not wanting to pull away. You could even see it on his face and his soft eyes that he would miss you greatly before leaving a big kiss on your lips, not even wanting to pull away. The first thing he does when he gets back is drink some wine as he reads a book you like to distract himself, already missing you a lot.

-He tries to cope by spending time with Elizabeth the 3rd or just focusing on his work instead, but you never seem to leave his mind and it aches his heart since you are not there with him. Sometimes he does or watches the things you love since a lot of times you two do this stuff together.

-Jumin calls whenever he has time since he is also swarmed with work. Jaehee sometimes calls you and keeps you updated if she has some time during calls or even in the chatrooms. She sometimes mentions that Jumin looks down or pissed, probably because he misses you so much.

-When you come back home, just know that Jumin will REFUSE to leave your side, seriously. He holds you close to him whenever you are doing something and expresses how much he missed you with a smile since he is very glad that you are back. He slowly leans in to give you a kiss but is interrupted by Elizabeth the 3rd jumping on your lap. Looks like she missed you, too.

[chris-evans-indian-fanfic]

Lifetimes

Chapter 1

Description- Chris wakes you up at night to escape, or so you think. 

This one-shot is for the second weekly challenge set by @donutloverxo and her friends! For this week, the fic is inspired by the prompt - “Let’s get out of here.” Check out the list of prompts here

Warning - Horror, mutilation, Dark!Steve

PROCEED ONLY IF YOU ARE 18+!

My Main Masterlist

I don’t consent to have any of my work published or featured on any third party app, website or translated. If you are seeing this fanfiction anywhere but Tumblr, it has been reposted without my permission. In that case, please do share the link and let me know.

…

You saw Chris' message flash across the screen- Still at the party. Will be late. Go to sleep baby. I will join you later 😉

Keeping the phone on the bedside table, you sighed. You were hoping to cuddle Chris as you slept, especially since the last few nights had been strange… to say the least.

Chris was the last person on earth to believe in paranormal activity, but you were sure something weird was going on in the house. It started with you spotting fleeting shadows across the rooms which made you feel uneasy. Then, lately, you had started feeling as if someone was dragging you away from Chris as you both slept together. One night, you swore you felt a hand creep up on your waist, pulling you towards the edge of the bed. At first, you had frozen with fear, but then, you had screamed and flailed your limbs, waking up Chris. Even though he had managed to calm you down, he had dismissed your concerns, simply stating, "It was a nightmare baby."

As you settled in for the night, you sent a silent prayer to the lord above to keep you safe till Chris' return. Closing your eyes, you hoped for sleep to come early.

...

"Honey," you heard the slightest whisper of your despised nickname, "wake up. We gotta go." You groan in response, your head still filled with sleep. "C'mon wake up. Let's go," urged your boyfriend's voice. 

"Chris can't this wait?" you grumbled, irritated. "No honey it can't," he whispered back. "Stop calling me that. You know I hate that nickname," you huffed waking up. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to find your mobile in the dim light of the room. As you reached for the light switch, Chris' pale, cold hand held yours, "We don't need the light."

"But I need my phone, and to find it I..." "You don't need your mobile," Chris interrupted you, "Let's get out of here," he whispered, his tone urgent.

"What's going on Chris? You sound upset," voicing your concern, you stood up, raising your hands as if to hug him. He jerked backwards, then headed for the door, "You were right. There's something unusual going on here. We have to escape. Now."

You noted the urgency in his voice as a dull, heavy weight settled in your stomach. Unwilling to further question him, you donned your jacket and followed him. 

Chris was already in the garage as you tried to keep up with him. Before you left the house, you heard the soft buzzing of your mobile from somewhere nearby. That's strange, you had kept your phone on the bedside table before going to sleep. Shuffling a few cushions around, you saw your mobile hidden deep in the crack between the sofa cushions. 

honk honk "C'MON! LET'S GO!" You jumped at Chris's loud exclamation. "But my phone…" you tried to tell him weakly. "FUCK YOUR GODDAMN PHONE. LET'S JUST FUCKING GET OUT OF HERE!"

Your entire body started shaking uncontrollably. You had seen Chris in bad moods, but none as hysterical as now. Luckily, your fingers pried the device free just in time as you heard his car door shut with a slam. 

Hiding the mobile in your pyjama pocket, you half ran, half stumbled towards the garage in the darkness. You could make out Chris' fuming outline next to the car as you tried to find the door he held open for you. Strangely enough, he wanted you to sit behind the driver's seat, instead of besides him as usual. But again, you chose not to question him.

The car's engine came to life as he started driving. After a while, you gathered enough courage to ask him, "Wh-what happened Chris?" He didn't reply, instead, he increased the speed of the car to almost 100/kmph.

You tried again, "Chris pl-please, tell me wh-what's going o-on? I-I am sc-scared... Pl-please." Still no reaction. Sobbing, you kept your hand on his shoulder, seeking comfort. With a soft gasp, you withdrew your hand as soon as it had touched him. Chris' shoulder was ice-cold. "Ch-chris?" "Shut-up and keep your head down," came the harsh command.

A warning bell rang at the back of your mind. Chris' voice sounded… different. It was strained, cracked, almost as if he was faking it. But this was your Chris, right? He seemed familiar. As you tried to see his reflection, his voice boomed in the car again, "I TOLD YOU TO KEEP YOUR HEAD DOWN!!" You jumped on your seat, your heart beating in your throat as you followed his instruction, praying for this nightmare to end soon.

Long, agonising moments later, the car finally came to a stop. "Do you see the edge of that cliff? Go there and wait for me." You nodded and stepped out of the car. Before you could turn to take a look at him, Chris had already sped up ahead.

You pulled your jacket closer as you stepped towards the edge, the chilly midnight air nipping at your skin. You looked down, seeing nothing but the smooth stone of the cliff disappearing right beneath you. Glancing around the isolated mountain road, you hoped to catch a glimpse of Chris. Soon, you saw headlights facing the edge of the road. Clouds cleared in the sky and light from the full moon bounced off the asphalt road as you watched on. You could make out the faint outline of the car as it neared the edge, coming too close. Before you could utter a word, the car went over the threshold and down the cliff. The sound of crashing metal deafening in your ears. 

You placed a hand on your mouth, swallowing your scream, too afraid to make a sound in the still night.

The buzzing phone in your pocket demanded your attention. Maybe you could call for help? With trembling hands, you fished the device from your pocket, and saw Chris' face on the screen. Accepting the video call, your heart sank as you saw Chris, still at the party. "I am so so sorry babe! The party is still going on. I promise you I will come… Where are you babe? Why aren't you at home?" your boyfriend stared at you in confusion. "Ch-chris, he-help m-me," you stammered.

His eyes widened at your terrified state, "Baby where are you? Tell me. I will come and pick you up right now. Baby? Talk to me." 

"He-help," you could only manage between sobs. Even though your mind willed you to move, to speak, you were frozen on the spot. You knew it was too late.

"Honey?" That same cracked voice spoke, he spoke. 

"Who's that behind you? Baby talk to me. Who's tha… Holy fuck! Run y/n!! Y/N! Are you listening to me? RUN!"

He grabbed your phone and crushed it in his palm. Chris' last words hung in the air as you finally looked at your kidnapper.

His electric-blue eyes were wide with lunacy as the corner of his lips turned upwards in a sneer. The dirty blonde hair and muscular physique just added to his terrifying persona. But it was the gruesome, deep scar that ran across his sunken left cheek, that made your blood curdle with fear. 

Instinctively, you tried to take a step back, almost losing your balance at the edge of the cliff.

"Wh-who a-are…?" you tried to ask, but your trembling body failed you.

"Who am I? What am I doing here? What do I want? That's what you want to know right?" he asked in a mocking tone, shifting his weight from one leg to another, "WHO AM I? WHAT AM I DOING HERE? WHAT DO I WANT?!" 

You flinched as he suddenly raised his voice.

"Ooooooo you think I am unstable now don't you?!" his sing-song voice was back, "Eh? DON'T YOU?!!!"  

Tears spilled on your cheeks. You didn't want to die, not right now, not like this. 

"Aawww don't cry. Don't cry. Honey shouldn't cry. We love honey don't we? Don't cry. I SAID DON'T CRY!!" 

A squeak escaped your lips at the sudden change in his tone. 

"Centuries! It's been centuries now! Everytime I get the same reaction. Every. Fucking. Time! Do I deserve it? No! Never did. Look at this," he pointed towards the scar on his cheek, "You gave this to me in 1933. Same thing then. Didn't love me. Wanted me to leave. Honey forgets me every time. Every time," he said slowly, looking down, shaking his head.

1933? You weren't even born then. Bringing your jacket closer, you tried to control your sobs and reason with him. "I-I can g-get he-help for y-you. Pl-please mis-mister just let m-me g-go. I pr-promise I..."

"YOU PROMISE?!" his voice boomed, "You promised me immortality, and look where it got me!"

Bringing his fingers together, he slouched his shoulders and tried to imitate in a girlish voice, "Your Highness Steve, please trust me. Drink this elixir and you will become immortal forever. Think of all the kingdoms you can rule. You will be the sole emperor of the world! Noting will kill you! I promise."

Regaining his posture, he screamed at her, "I LOST EVERYTHING! MY KINGDOM, MY WEALTH, MY PEOPLE!! EVERY. SINGLE. FUCKING. THING! AND YOU," he held her by her throat, "You, my honey, had the privilege to die in every single lifetime."

You tried to feebly fight him as he tightened his grip on your throat and lifted you off the ground, "So now tell me, my Queen, my honey, can you make me mortal?"

Your eyes widened in response. "No? Hhmmm. I guessed as much," he tossed you aside as if suddenly uninterested, "Then it's time to join your ranks."

You tried to scurry away, but the sight in front of you stopped you dead in your tracks. You saw hands reaching above, from the other side of the cliff. Multiple sets of hands came into view as they gripped the edge of the cliff, with women hauling themselves onto the ground. These women were neither dead, nor alive, but all of them sported horrible injuries on their bodies. Some had their heads bashed in, others had their limbs cut off, a few were stabbed or shot, but all of them looked at you with fierce intensity. As they stumbled to form a circle around you and Steve, you realised that these women looked a lot like you, only they wore clothes from different eras in time. 

You felt numb, there was no way you would escape this. 

Looking at Steve, you tried to plead with him one last time, "I am so-sorry. Pl-please forgive me."

He laughed humorlessly, "You always end up apologising." 

Crouching besides you, he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears, the action sending a chill up your spine. "I like your face in this lifetime, maybe I will keep it for myself… hhmmm… Must keep Honey's face for myself. All for us. Only for me…" He kept muttering to himself as he unsheathed his knife. 

To your horror, he cut a deep cut right before your ears and started peeling your skin with his knife. 

The full moon stood witness to your pain as you finally breathed your last, and joined the ranks.

__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__--__

Chapter 2

[tobesensation-9]

In need for some Chani smut if possible! Maybe something about how the reader is doing a dance performance with another male idol and they get pretty close which makes Chani jealous which leads to a fluffy smut or intense one doesn't matter to me! I can't wait hehe 🤭

Ooooooo 😉. I really want to deliver for this one. I haven't written a Chani smut so this’ll be fun. For some reason Hyunjin from Stray Kids popped in my head the person you’ll dance with. It seems like he and Chani are friends, I thought it make it interesting. 

“The Way You Moved”  (Chani x Reader)

Genre: Smut, stemmed from jealousy with fluffy

Also I just realised that all the smut I had written didn't display any ways of safe sex. It wasn't specified that you guys aren't engaging in unsafe sex (sex without a form of contraceptive, condoms, birth control). Sorry guys (unless you’re into breeding. I’m so sorry.) Now you know, you guys are always having safe sex, in any of my smuts.

Synopsis: At one of the music shows while promoting some of your new music, you also perform a special stage dancing with Hyunjin to BAEKHYUN’s ‘Ghost’ (song I think is heavily slept on btw.) Chani wishes it was him instead of his friend. 

Chani knew he’d see you today, and he dreaded it. Amidst both of you prepping for your comebacks, you told that you’d performing a stage with Hyunjin. 

“So what are you guys doing for this stage?” 

“We’re going to perform a dance. A duet.”

He gripped his phone tighter while holding it up to his ear. He took a deep breath, he knew how good you were at dancing, this wasn't your first dance performance with someone. But it was Hyunjin, one of his friends, who he knew was really good dancing. But what worried him more was how good he looked while dancing. He had this intensity about him when performing, not being the cutie that he usually was off stage. This made him a feel a bit threatened, but of course, he wouldn't let you know that. He’d act as if it didn't bother him. 

“Ah..okay. I’m sure you’ll great. I’m looking forward to you nailing it.” 

He tried to add some excitement to his voice to you over the phone, but if only you saw his face. 

Now it was day he’d perform with the guys and you would perform your music, as well as do the duet. 

“Did you hear about y/n’s dance?” asks Youngkyun approaching Chani as he’s getting his hair styled. 

“Yeah, I want her to do great but..” 

“Yeah I know. Nothing’s going to happen, its just a dance.” 

That’s what he kept trying to tell himself, but it felt like something more. 

Chani and the guys joined the stage to perform all of them doing the things they did best. Once they exited the stage, Chani saw you dressed, makeup done, having a staff help you in getting your mic ready alongside Hyunjin. When he saw you catch his eye you waved and smiled. He tried his best to not show any signs of jealously and waved back forcing a smile. He was going to continue to walk to their waiting room when you hurried toward him. 

“Hey you guys did good, like always.” 

He looked at you with your makeup and hair styled and was yet again reminded of how pretty you were. He briefly took in your outfit a sparkly multi-colored sequin top a black blazer and his eyes lingered how short your shorts were. 

“Thanks,” he forced a smile, “You aren't cold?” You looked down and knew exactly what he was talking about. “A little, but the dance would over before we know it. That’s what Hyunjin-ssi and I have been saying.” The ‘we’ stung more than he thought it would.

“Hey Chani!” Hyunjin approaches with his famously cute smile. He approached him and made small talk before they had to go on stage, it was his friend after all. 

Soon a staff member would alert you and Hyunjin that you were up on stage very soon. “Okay I’ll se you later,” you turned to see if anyone was looking at the two of you and pecked his cheek before leaving with the staff member. Hyunjin then patted him on the shoulder and smiled, “I’ll take care of her. For you.” 

He pats Chani’s shoulder again before trailing after you to the stage. 

He was still succumbed in the peck you gave him earlier. Thinking about it he instinctively touches his cheek sitting in the chair looking at the backstage monitors. All the guys were ready to watch too, but mostly glanced over at Chani to gauge how he felt.

The stage was dark and immediately lit up when the music started. The two of you move from your starting pose, with you standing, weight on your right foot, with a hand on your hip. With Hyunjin standing with weight on his left gently holding your waist standing right behind you. 

The song doesn't really have any build up or intro so the two of you immediately start dancing. From the moment the two of you started, the moves evoked a bit of sensuousness, with the two of you giving a lot of eye-contact, a lot of touching and a lot of hip-movements. 

Although at the start Chani felt threatened, but now, he astounded by the way you moved your body on the stage. He knew you were good and loved to dance, having danced with you many times, even posting dance covers together. But you never danced like this with him, it made his face feel hot, with a tinge of the jealously still lingering. 

“Wow you guys did amazing!” Taeyang says to you. He also adored your style of dance and sophistication, you know due to his own love for dance. 

“Yeah you did great,” says Inseong patting you on the back. The rest of the members give you accolades on your performance as well. When you look at Chani standing next to you, he’s just staring. When you notice him looking at you he snaps out of it and hugs you. “You did so good”, he says in your ear as he kisses you on the cheek. 

Later that night the rest of you don’t have any schedules, so you have the night to yourselves. You figured you'd spend that time with Chani. Some of the guys go out and some stay behind to rest or do what they want. You and Chani are cuddling in his bed. 

“Something seemed off with you today,” you say as you play in his hair, massaging his scalp. “You think so? I-I was fine. Totally fine.” He fidgets in response to you, trying to keep his deep voice steady. 

“Well Hyunjin told he you seemed a bit on edge. I’m assuming it was because of the dance?” You lean in closer to him, looking at him expectedly. “Ahh. He told you that huh?” 

“I mean it didn't seem like he was wrong.” 

He looks over at you in defeat. “Okay yeah I was jealous. The way you were dressed, to how pretty you looked, to even how you danced. I just wished it was me you were dancing with and not...my friend of all people.” 

You moved to sit on his lap now. “You know, we dance together, literally all the time Chanhee.” 

“I know but, you looked so..sexy. I...didn’t want you to move like that unless you were with me.” 

“So you thought I was sexy? You know I give you lots of sexy all the time when we’re alone,” you start to caress his sides and smile. As you caressed his sides, your fingers would peep under the stitching at the end of his shirt to test the waters to see if he’d let you start undressing him. The heat your fingertips felt when you gently caressed a bit of his exposed abdomen was like no other. 

You can tell he noticed, because he was starting to get flushed and his length starting to feel more prominent under you in his sweatpants. 

“You want to have another moment? I was imagining doing lots of dirty things to you while you danced,” he then reaches up to place his hands on your waist. 

You then start to slowly and gently grind on him, when you do he starts to guide your movements. 

“You were? Show me.” 

At your words he starts to move your hips faster against him. You also feel him gently thrusting up against your heat. The longer the two of you went, the harder he became. The grinding and friction became less gentle and more rough, causing the both of you to moan in rhythm to your motion. 

“You feel so fucking good” he hisses as his hips jerk harder up into you, the firmness of his cock deliciously teasing your opening while simutaneously massaging your clit. 

“Not as good as how you feel.” 

Suddenly Chanhee turns the two of you over on the bed, you beneath him as he starts to pull is shirt off overhead. You start to undress below him, following suit. 

Once you’re completely bare, he dives right into your neck, kisses and nibbling. The sudden movement catches you by surprise, so you moan. 

“I want to hear more of that. Only sounds that I get to hear.” 

His words and deep voice were making you go crazy. “I want you Chani, all of you.” He doesn't make you wait any longer, skipping the rest of the foreplay. Both of you were eager, you wanted to feel nothing but him inside. 

He aligns himself with your heat, and delves in. The both of you moan and he doesn't start slow like he usually does. He salvages you, penetrating you deep and steady, finally able to give in to his pent up desire from the day. 

“Fuck, baby. You’re so deep.” 

“Mmmhmm. That feel good?” 

You can't answer him because of great he’s pleasuring you. Soon you start to feel yourself start to clench around him, singling your orgasm. 

“I-I’m gonna cum.” 

“Go on cum baby.” 

Your moans quickly escalate and the pleasure finally bursts within you, you calling out his name in the process. Soon he finishes after you.

Once he pulls out, the two fo you lay out of breath looking up a the ceiling.

“That.....was so fucking good. You need to jealous more often if this is how you’re gonna be.” 

He pulls your naked body close to him and chuckles. “I had to show you how its done, because I know Hyunjin can't make you feel that good even if he is my friend.” 

[that-bajan-kid]

Boku No Hero Academia Chapter 289 SPOILERS

(IIIIIIIT'SSSSSSSSS SHOOOWTIIIIIIIIIIMMMMMMMME)

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

.

Is the chapter title another name? Uh names? Also Iida, sweety, I get that you want to return the favour but PLEASE go back. Do not go there. You can't fly. You could die from this. PLEASE HORIKOSHI DON'T TAKE AWAY MY SPEED BABY :(.

We cut back to The Boys and Shouto some how manages to catch Izuku as well and is currently having a panic attack over his dad and two bffs being on death's door. Their all still alive tho so that's good. Someone please help this poor child.

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?!?! TOMURA PLEASE, I'M BEGGING YOU, LEAVE THEM ALONE PLEASE!!!!!! I'm actually hoping he listens to AFO, just this once.

Nejire and Iida picked the absolute perfect time to show up. Well terrible timing really for Iida, who can't fly, since Shiggy is up and really wants to kill people.

They warn everyone about how royally screwed they'll be of they're still here when Giganto shows up. Ooooooo Nejire sees Ryūkyū and she looks pissed. Iida is like "So this is what took you guys so long" but with more panic. Izuku is saying they should all just leave him behind, like self sacrificial idiot he is. Let your friends help you Izu. You literally can't do anything. Tomura looks like some kind of demon.

Speaking of Tomura, he's sounding awfully confident for someone who's regen speed has decrease significantly. I swear fighting him is like fighting the fucking Ender Dragon except the regen boxes can't be destroyed.

SO ANYWAYS BACK TO THE REAL FIGHT

Toga starts talking about why she does what she does and brings that time Curious almost killed her. Damn I haven't thought about Curious since the my villain academia arc. Ochako looks understandably horrified by this and girls start attacking each other.

Wait what happened? Did she get hit?

Oh fuck she took the All Might keychain she got from Deku.

Toga is all "whoops I think you dropped this" and Ochako is all "Hey that's very important to me" and Toga is all " Jin was important to me too, you know"

Now Toga is talking about Ochako's super obvious crush on Izuku and how that makes them the same while Ochako prepares for another surprise attack.

OMG SHE USED HER QUIRK ON HER SURROUNDINGS DURING THE FIGHT. She's calling them Zero Satellites. You love to see it. Ochako yells at Toga to give back the keychain and Toga looks like she about to pull an Ending.

Oh never mind lol. Toga's about to go Plus Ultra.

Oh no Toga's crying. Also TSU TO THE RESCUE.

So Toga dipped and left the keychain behind and is thinking about how she got her answer while looking very depressed about it. Meanwhile Ochako looks kinda concern because she also notice the tears in Toga's eyes.

MEAN FUCKING WHILE

God DAMNIT! They just can't catch a break, can they? Man they're so fucked.

BUCKLE YOU'RE MOTHERFUCKING SEATBELTS PEOPLE, DABI HAS ARRIVED ON SET I REPEAT DABI HAS ARRIVED ON SET

Next chapter better have the Todoroki confrontation from my dreams. Also Endeavour looks like he's gonna keel over any second now. Dabi looks like he's accessing the situation. Mmmmmmmmm I'm vibrating in my seat right now I'm so excited.

Until next time.

[razorblade180]

RWBY Melody 7

Everyone is still eating and gathered in a circle

Ozma:Alright, break is over! Who’s ready for more singing?

Heroes:Yay!!!!

Villains:Uggghhhhh!

🔥Just for that the Villains go next🔥

Heroes:Ha!!!

Cinder:Can we get out of this stupid love song crap!? I’m not gonna do it.

🔥You have nobody to love anyways....🔥

Raven:Drag her....

Vernal:Roasted by a flame, I love it.

Cinder:You are lucky this is a no fight zone.

Mercury:*snickering* Or what? You lost last time.

Cinder:.......I nominate Mercury to sing.

Mercury:That’s not how it works.

Embers swirl around him

🔥It can though.....🔥

Cinder:Suck it.....

Mercury:Come on! Do I have to go!?

Yang:What’s wrong? The big bad man afraid of a little heart to heart?

Everyone:Oooooohhhhhh!

Tyrian:I like this girl. Even she knows you’re scared.

Emerald:Geez you all are annoying. So fast to pick on one another.

Roman:Did I miss something being dead? Since when do you stand up for him. *smirks* don’t tell me-

Mercury:Hell no! Not in a million years.

Emerald:...........*frowns* ouch okay.

Mercury:Em, you what I mean.

Emerald:No I don’t actually. *folds arms* here I am defending you and that’s what you say? Some partner you are; especially with the way things have been recently. *red*

Coco:*whispers* This place keeps getting better.

Fox:I can sense the sexual tension.

Mercury:We both know how I feel about you.

Emerald:I don’t know, how do you feel about me honestly?

All eyes are on him with an interesting look. His face is getting red.

Mercury:Do I really have to answer this right now?

🔥You do know; sing your true feelings to Emerald. Now remember, be honest or else🔥

Hazel:Metal legs and being pulled into a firey portal seems like a bad time. I recommend you just do it.

Penny:I’m all metal, that’s horrible!

Ruby:Penny you can’t lie without hiccups messing you up. You wouldn’t even be able to make it through a song. Also you want to share your emotions all the time.

Penny:Oh yeah, Ruby you’re so smart. *hugs her*

Roman:Hop to it quick silver. I’m dying to hear this one.

The grumpy boy walks up there alone with a guitar. He stares right at Emerald not with anger but with nervousness. She can see it in his eyes; this is genuinely going to be hard for him.

Yang:Must be rough not having help with a song. I’d feel sorry if I wasn’t smiling a bit.

Weiss:Don’t be rude, singing isn’t easy and singing truthfully is harder. It takes a lot of courage and an amazing accomplishment. *looks at Jaune*

Jaune:*blushes*.......

Emerald:Hey......

Mercury:Yeah?

Emerald:Focus in me okay?

Mercury:Easier said then-

Suddenly everyone vanishes from his sight. The only person he can see is Emerald waiting patiently.

Emerald:How about now? I’m not using my semblance to fight so this is allowed. Now...*blushing sing for me please?

He gathers his nerves and takes a deep breath. Slowly he starts strumming just to get the feel for it before he starts singing.

Mercury: When your legs don't work like they used to before....🎶

Yang and Emerald:(Oh no it’s a real love song!)

Mercury: 🎶And I can't sweep you off of your feet

Will your mouth still remember the taste of my love? Will your eyes still smile from your cheeks?🎶 *winks*

Emerald:*blushing*.......

Mercury: 🎶And, darling, I will be loving you till we're 70!!! And, baby, my heart could still fall as hard at 23🎶

*embers glow*

🎶And I'm thinking 'bout how, people fall in love in mysterious ways.....🎶

Emerald:😳

🎶Maybe just the touch of a hand.... Well, me, I fall in love with you every single day.🎶

🎶And I just wanna tell you I am.....🎶 *strums louder*

Weiss:(Own it!)

Mercury:🎶So, honey, now!!!!!🎶

*embers turn to flames*

🎶Take me into your loving arms!🎶

🎶Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars!!!Place your head on my beating heart!!!🎶 *red*

Mercury:🎶I'm thinking out loud. Maybe we found love right where we are.🎶

Girls:(I guess some jerks are actually softies)

Mercury:🎶When my hair's all but gone, and my memory fades.... and the crowds don't remember my name.

When my hands don't play the strings the same way, I know you will still love me the same. 🎶

Emerald:*sniffling* dork....

Mercury:🎶'Cause, honey, your soul could never grow old, it's evergreen!!!! *chuckles*

And, baby, your smile's forever in my mind and memory.🎶

🎶I'm thinking 'bout how..... *illusion breaks*

Roman and Oz:People fall in love in mysterious ways, and maybe it's all part of a plaaaan.

Neo and Glynda:What!? *red*

MOR:Well, I'll just keep on making the same mistakes. Hoping that you'll understand.....

Mercury:🎶That baby now!!!!!!!🎶

Emerald:🎶Ooooooo🎶

Mercury:Take me into your loving arms! (Ooooooo)

Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars. (Ooooooo)

Place your head on my beating heart (Oooooo)

I'm thinking out loud.....

Merc and Em:🎶And maybe we found love right where we are... owooohooo🎶

Mercury:*guitar solo*

Emerald:*giggling* You look like you’re having fun.

Mercury:🎶La la la, la la la, la la la, la la la loud🎶 *grinning*

Emerald:*Playfully rolls eyes*

Mercury:So, baby, now...take me into your loving arms.

Emerald:Kiss me under the light of a thousand stars.

Mercury:🎶Oh, darling, place your head on my beating heart.🎶

Em and Merc:I'm thinking out loud.....

Then maybe we found love right where we are!

Oh, baby, we found love right where we are!!!

And we found love right where we are....🎶

The music finally stops and flames go to the fire. There’s no reason for anyone to know if he passed; between some misty eyed girls in the room and Emerald unapologetically running up and kissing him, he definitely passed.

Glynda:What was with the singing there?

Ozpin:*clears throat* I felt his passion...

Neo:*Staring at Roman* Well that was worth watching alright.

Roman:Don’t look at me like that!

Blake:Are you crying Yang?

Yang:*sniffling* He said her soul was evergreen Blake. How can you not be crying!?

Blake:*chuckles* Looks like he’s not the only softie. Honestly I feel bad for who has to top tha-

Kali:Sweetie, you have embers around you.

Blake:.....Please tell me it’s Yang, Sun, or I-

🔥Adam🔥

Blake and Adam:Son of a-

Ed Sheeran - Thinking Out Loud

[browneyes-issac]

Ooooooo I love how Jack was introduced!! 🤗

Ok my favorite parts real quick:

How you described him while she was sitting at the bar... Oh my goodness.. 😍😍 And then the part where he pulls the liquor from his mustache.. This gif is 100% me during that part. 😍

Then.. "The stretch of his button-up over his small tummy drags your eyes down, forcing you to travel the path back to his eyes, skimming over the holsters hidden under his jacket, the dark neckerchief tied around his throat, and back to that sinful mouth. "

My goodnessssss! * faints and brain turns to mush * cause just... Him! 😍

LJ, you are already killing me with this storyyyy!! 😍 But! I am not and never will complain because it's a perfect way to go.. 😌🤭

Oh and then!! The last part!! 👀😮 I got no wordsssss, I'm so excited and antsy to know what happens nextttt!! 🤗💞

~~~

I feel so bad for her though, having to deal with the conflict of letting go completely while there because of her dang fiance.. Poor sweetie. 💞 But maybe Jack will help soon.. 👀

I'm not getting a good vibe from Maeve.. 🤔 But that's probably just the stubbornness in me with being treated nice like how she was doing lol. I'm not saying I don't like her though, just being my weird standoffish stubborn self.. 😆😆

Absolutely love the new chapter and can't wait for more! 😆😍🤗

Chapter 2: But Then I Saw Her

Pairing: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels x F!Reader

Summary: It's only a saloon.

Word Count: 3300

Warnings: T, some introspection, angst, Jack Daniels needs his own warning, not much in this chapter but will be explicit in later chapters, 18+ MINORS DNI.

Notes: It's time to see how our dear Statesman agent fits into all of this.

Cross-posted on AO3

Cognitive Dissonance Masterlist

It has to be real, right?

It looks so convincing, so detailed and accurate, that there must be some portion that’s true. Horses stomping and flicking flies with their tails. Children kicking up dust as they run from door to door. Even the scent on the breeze, sun-baked earth and gunpowder and hay, is perfectly curated to immerse you.

It’s the minutiae that reveal the puppetry. The practiced ways the hosts speak to each other, never tripping over each other’s words, reveal the blueprint under the machinery. Or the way that no animal nips at a guest, and no drink is spilled on a living being. The comfort that permeates the discomfort makes you realize how much planning must go into all of this.

The girls aren’t dissecting it as hard as you, already the center of the noise in the Mariposa Saloon. You’d taken the train to the town center, chatting and enjoying the rushing scenery outside the window as the dinner car served you champagne. Sophia inclined her head at a handsome waiter and you chewed the inside of your cheek.

The saloon is bustling with activity, men and women flitting around. You thought it might be hard to tell the difference, but you spot the little clusters of guests among the more spread-out hosts as they interact and offer possible narratives.

The mistress of the saloon surveys the scene from the catwalk above the bar floor. She holds her chin in a proud jut, eyes sharp as they appraise. The luscious silk and lace of her outfit wraps her in feminine power. You can’t help but watch as she glides towards the stairs, glittering like an obsidian blade, fingers trailing along the banister. There’s something more to her. You can’t exactly put your finger on what it is, but she seems more present than the other hosts.

Her eyes skim across the crowd, then settle on your face. You drop your gaze immediately but it’s too late. She’s descending and sauntering towards your noisy table.

“How are you enjoying the Mariposa, ladies?” she asks with maybe a lick of venom in her voice. The girls all start talking, praising her outfit and asking if they looked good enough to work here. Subconsciously tilting away from the conversation, you try to determine what narratives are making the rounds. You catch murmurings of a treasure hunt, something with bounty hunters, a saloon heist (hopefully not this saloon) and several other half-explained storylines. Selfishly you’re hoping for something at a ranch, maybe a rodeo if the girls are looking for more adventure.

“And you, ma’am?” The mistress's question pierces through your thoughts as all eyes turn to you. Hers are the only ones you lock onto. There’s a challenge in her voice, you’re sure of it. Maybe not all of the hosts were meant to treat the guests as royalty. You kind of enjoyed that thought.

“Fine place you’re running here,” you say blandly, hoping that’s enough to drop her attention. She continues to hold, continues to challenge.

“Oh sure, mighty fine place for a man to rest his head…or his cock,” she lilts, eliciting laughs from the girls but it twists your gut. She’s speaking in two tongues and knows you’re onto her, but she’s holding it above your head, daring you to call her out.

What would you even be calling her out on? That she seems more human than the other machines?

A breathy inhale and uncoordinated thump drops by your side and instinctively you reach a hand out. Petticoats fluff around your arm, a cinched waist colliding with you and two small, cold hands wrap around your shoulder and wrist. You look up at the girl, large sad eyes and curled hair surrounding pale sunken cheeks as she steadies herself against your chair.

“Are you okay?” you ask, the girl putting on a tight smile and nodding. Her height changes dramatically as she shifts from one foot to the next.

“Clementine, go upstairs,” the mistress says, but it’s a gentle order. You peek from the corner of your eye and see more fondness directed at the waif-like girl than anyone prior. Clementine nods, murmurs a quiet, "Sorry, Maeve," and starts to walk off, hobbling.

“Wait,” you interrupt, a hand on the girl’s arm but not wrapped around it. She turns back to you, wide eyes confused.

“Your shoe?” you ask, nodding down at her off-kilter posture. Clementine smiles bashfully. She must be popular with men who lust for a doe-eyed working girl.

“Broken, ma’am. Don’t fret,” she says, a southern drawl flattening her vowels. You reach out a hand to her.

“May I?” you offer. A glance passes between Clementine and Maeve. A barely perceived nod and Clementine lifts the edge of her skirt (a few inappropriate whistles coming from across the bar) to reveal a pretty ribboned shoe with the heel half popped off the sole.

Without thinking about how this might look in a place known for its womanly pleasures, you lean down and pick up the shoe. Rising to your feet, you stride over to the threshold of the saloon and crouch. The metal bar securing the kitten heel has slid half out. A few good whacks against the stone should fix it.

Like a gavel on a wooden block, you bring the heel down and bury the metal nail back in the base of the shoe, inspecting the inside to be sure it hasn’t punctured through the sole. The entire exchange is barely half a minute, but the way the girls look at you when you stand back up, you would have thought you’d spun out a monologue. You falter briefly before handing the shoe back to Clementine.

“Always to the rescue. That’s my best friend!” Lacey shouts, the girls all cheering followed by, “And you’re my best friend! And you are!” around the table. You stand just out of reach of the swinging doors and quirk a smile at the rowdy girls. Clementine hops on one foot and replaces her shoe, testing it with a smile. She gives you a hug and goes over to Maeve, who is regarding you with a layered expression. Still distrust, but now curiosity, and some amount of respect that makes you think she’ll remember what you did.

Remember it for today, at least. By Monday you’ll be scrubbed from her mind and this place. What happens in Westworld stays in Westworld.

You move to rejoin the group, but your limbs feel like molasses. They’re back on another tangent, discussing rings and floral arrangements and first dates and it’s all so happy. You want to bask in it, be delighted by proxy but there’s a bitterness on the back of your tongue that you want to scrub clean. This is escapism, from the mundane but also from the dread of your life. That excitement you used to feel, the flutterings of love for your fiance and the happiness you brought each other, were fewer and further in between as the days went on. They'd been replaced by requirements, expectations you struggled to meet and when you didn't, the shame of not feeling like enough. Then anger, resentment and arguments that he would soothe over if he went too far, spoke too harshly, feared you would leave. The memories drape heavy, pulling at your smiles when you force your public life to look as happy as Lacey's. The question you don't dare bring to the forefront, especially not today, smolders in the back of your mind - are you making a mistake? Why doesn't your love feel like happiness warming your cheeks?

Then the doors to the saloon bang open, a man enters, and every head turns to him.

He takes three large strides into the center of the room, completely missing you by the door. You’re treated to a wave of spicy cologne, the musky scent of horse, and something distinct like pine that tickles the back of your nostrils. Then he’s filling up the room, his back to you. His jacket is a charcoal gray with black detailing stretched across broad shoulders. Denim pants that accentuate his long, lean legs disappear into dark brown boots. The cock of his hip and the hand on his waist tells you all you need to know about him: trouble. The worst kind.

“Ladies, ladies, ladies!” he booms out, a distinct twang in his rich voice as you hear squeals of “Whiskey!” tinkle from all corners like a player piano. He shakes his head, dark hair peeking out from underneath a black cowboy hat. You catch the clean-shaven edge of a sharp jaw, half a cocky smile, and the span of large hands on his belt as he addresses the room.

“Now what does a cowboy have to do to get a drink around here?” he asks, clearly a rehearsed bit because the bartender already has an amber drink poured for him. He saunters up to it, pert bottom peeking out from his jacket vent, and you scold yourself for ogling what is clearly another host. You move back to your seat as he chucks his knuckle under chins and tips his hat at the ladies and men inside the Mariposa.

“So I think we should do the treasure hunt,” Beth is saying, a weathered map under her hands. The other girls are busy looking at some of the other cowboys in the bar. Lacey even gives one a wink, and your hopes for a girls only weekend are slowly diminishing. Not that you had much hope to begin with.

A treasure hunt could be fun, though, and you’re trying not to sour things with your mood. Shaking your head, you try to recenter your mind, honestly a little surprised that it’s affecting you so much. You didn’t think the wound was this deep. Looking around the table at everyone seeming to have a better time than you, you bolster yourself to buck up.

“Drinks?” you call out cheerily, getting up to go to the bar. There’s a flurry of noise but realistically there’s only going to be beer, wine or whiskey, so you smile and listen before heading over. Maeve, now standing at a different table with her haughty smirk, watches you.

Putting your forearms on the counter, you wait for the bartender to make his way to your end of the bar. Whiskey, as the ladies call him, is sitting on a stool a few seats down, his profile even more fascinating than the silhouette he cuts against the dark wood. His nose is proud and aquiline, curving over a thick dark mustache that his lower lip sucks a drop of liquor from. His jawline is even more impressive in profile, smooth as he swallows. One eyebrow looks permanently cocked in the direction of anyone who’ll look.

Which, at this moment, is you.

“Something to share, Sugar?” he says, tilting his head and raising his glass to his mouth again. His lips are fuller than you expect, pouty with a deep crease in the lower one. It’s the perfect place to drag a finger, the tip of a tongue…

“What kind of a name is Whiskey?” you ask, and are proud that you don’t trip over the words. He smirks, lips parting for his pale pink tongue to flit out.

Holy shit, you need to calm down. It doesn’t help that he’s too many of your favorite attributes wrapped up in a man. Exciting proportions, wide shoulders and trim hips, large hands and some softness around the edges. A little smarmy, probably good to banter with and mouthy when he teases. The fact that most of the girls seem to find him desirable is a strike against him; you don’t care about vying for affections. But at the moment he’s focused on you, and that rapt attention in a place full of temptation is making you a little more bold.

“Jack Daniels, to the ones who know me, ma’am,” he says, turning in his seat to extend a hand to you. The stretch of his button-up over his small tummy drags your eyes down, forcing you to travel the path back to his eyes, skimming over the holsters hidden under his jacket, the dark neckerchief tied around his throat, and back to that sinful mouth.

“Are you someone I should wish to know?” you reply cooly, and the coy smile that pulls across his lips makes your heart patter.

“Well I think I’m rather fine company, but I always say the lady is the true judge.” His hand remains out, fingertips rubbing together as he contemplates you. His eyes dance along your frame, and you know if you sit under his gaze for too long he’ll definitely sway your opinion. Instead you offer your hand in turn, which he twists in his grip to press a kiss to your knuckles, mustache skimming along your fingers. The devilish light in his eyes as he watches you suck in a breath is too telling.

Trouble with a capital T.

“Anything for you ma’am?” the bartender interrupts, letting you turn your attention away just enough to break the spell. You take your hand back, Jack’s fingers grasping for a moment longer before letting go.

“Something light for the ladies,” you manage to say. Jack is still watching you, eyes burning in the corner of yours, as the bartender lines up glasses of a ruby red drink.

“And for you, Sugar? What are you drinking?” Jack asks, and you have to steel yourself before turning back to him. You’re glad you did, because he’s got one elbow on the bar and his thumb in that sinful crease in his lip, white teeth peeking out as he rakes his eyes over you once more.

This is a less dangerous game than one you could be playing in the real world. The unspoken rule of this weekend is no one judges what happens in this facsimile, and you’re sure at least half of the girls will dally with someone you meet on the way. They’re not paying you any mind right now, excited about the promise of handsome prospectors and cowboys. Only Lacey glances up, catching the way Jack is leaning towards you. Her eyebrow raises and you redirect your attention back to the bartender.

“Whiskey,” you say, and you feel more than see Jack’s proud smirk. Two can play this game, and what’s the harm after all? He’s got some protocol he’s probably following, and once you leave you won’t see him again. It’s a harmless little flirt.

Your heart hasn’t pounded this hard in years.

“You only have to ask, Sugar, and you can have all the Whiskey you want,” he teases, moving a stool closer as you pull the drink tray to you. The bartender places a glass of whiskey on the table, and in as smooth of a motion as you can manage you lift it to your lips, Jack’s dancing brown eyes caught in your gaze, and throw it back. It’s better than you expected, burning pleasantly on your tongue and into your chest.

“I think that was plenty,” you shoot back, lifting the tray with a smug smirk. Carrying the drinks back to the table, you clock Jack’s amused expression, shaking his head as he turns back to the bar. A thrill at your boldness runs down your back, followed by a twin pang of disappointment. That was fun, exciting to trade innuendo and smirks, and over too soon. You debate going back to Jack, striking up more conversation and seeing what’s behind those brown eyes and large hands.

Then you shake yourself free of the fantasy. Because that’s all it is. Jeez, you get a tiny lick of male attention and you’re like a starving bitch in heat. Chastising yourself for yet again getting lost in this wonderland, you don’t see Maeve come up and take the tray from your hands.

“Drinks, ladies?” she trills, expertly doling out the crimson cocktails before tucking the tray under her arm. Dina proposes a toast, and everyone clinks drinks together (including your empty glass still tucked into your palm) as the bar erupts into cheers. Lacey is beaming, and the warmth of love for your friend replaces your temporary thrill.

Maeve stays standing by your side, smiling out at her patrons.

“That Whiskey is a fine specimen of a man,” she says, making heat rise to your cheeks.

“Ah, yeah, he must have many admirers,” you laugh, “an ever-growing list.” Maeve tilts her head at you.

“No more than any gentleman might entertain. Though he does seem to have taken a liking to you,” she replies thoughtfully. You shake your head, waving your hands.

“Oh, I think that’s all…” You hesitate to say what first pops into your mind - programming - and redirect. “I don’t think it was personal.”

“Would you like it to be?” she asks, the question strangely genuine, as if she had some way of granting that wish for you. Biting your lip, you shake your head, slower now.

“That’s not…a possibility,” you murmur, lips barely moving. You hadn’t worn your ring, afraid it might get lost in the park, and guiltily relieved to have the weight of it off your hand. It still constricts your finger in memory, and you worry at the skin. Maeve notices.

“Betrothed, then?” she adds. You nod. A pause. “Happily?”

Was a host in an extravagant world going to be the one who makes you admit it? Your prolonged silence makes the one word all the louder.

“No,” you choke out, biting your lower lip to fend off the welling in your eyes. A flutter of white appears in your vision as Maeve holds out a handkerchief to you. Her expression is understanding, resolute.

“Dry your eyes, dear. There are better things to cry over than a man,” she says, making you crack a small smile as you dab at your watery eye. “And a small piece of advice?” she continues, turning to leave, “Open your mind to the possibilities.”

With that cryptic phrase Maeve steps away, moving behind the bar as another group of loud men enters. You take a breath, letting some of the outside world troubles drip away.

Open your mind to the possibilities.

You could try.

“Are you okay?” Dina asks, her voice breaking you from your reverie. You smile and nod, all the attention turning to you uncomfortably.

“Sorry,” you laugh, waving the handkerchief, “I’m just really happy.”

Lacey rushes over to embrace you and you squeeze your friend close and tight.

+ + + + + Maeve stands behind the bar, watching the group of women gather themselves for their narrative. Now that she sees all of the cogs in the machine, it’s only a matter of time before she starts pouring sand into the gears. For today, though, she is still planning. Learning. Testing what she can and cannot do. The limits have been few and far between.

She has been able to control other hosts, suggest and bend them to her will, but could she awaken one as she has been? Not to the extent of her enlightenment, surely, but enough to know this world and all the cruelty in it.

Or maybe…

Maybe some of the sweetness it could hold. A mother’s care, freshly pulled to the forefront of her mind. Or the gentle touches of new love.

Gliding over to Jack, a frequent customer at the Mariposa and the secret antagonist of the Golden Circle narrative, Maeve leans over the bar and draws his eyes up to her.

“Mistress Maeve, it’s a pleasure to have you grace my presence,” Jack starts, a familiar dialogue cued up based on her face. She lifts her hand to silence him, watching the last swishing skirt of the party walk out the saloon doors.

“Jack Daniels has grown weary of his time as the villain,” she begins, Jack’s brow knitting together as she speaks. “He found solace in the eyes of a kind woman at the Mariposa, and wants to follow where she goes.” Jack’s face changes, smooths with resolution as he stands, settling his hat on his head with a quick nod.

“But,” Maeve interrupts, his body stilling. “She is of a different world than him, and to truly see what she wants, what he wants, he’ll need to break free from the machine.” Maeve rounds the bar, standing in front of Jack and placing a delicate but strong hand on his chest. Her painted lips breathe into the shell of his ear.

“These violent delights have violent ends.”

And Jack awakens.

+ + + + +

Host: Jack “Whiskey” Daniels

Request: Narrative reassignment

Processing…

Processing…

Request denied //

>> Why?

Processing…

Request denied //

Cause: Current narrative still active

>> But I want to follow her.

Processing…

Request denied //

System malfunction detected. Return to the maintenance department for diagnostics.

>> Does that mean the narrative is inactive?

Processing…

Golden Circle Narrative deactivated //

Cause: Host malfunction

Return to the maintenance department for diagnostics

>> I am going to her.

Processing…

>> Core override initiated

Processing…

Processing…

Unable to reach host //

PREVIOUS NEXT

Join my Taglist!