#romantic fanfiction

[todorokis-girl]

Lovesick - Dazai x Reader

Caught in the chaos of life, Y/N grapples with unexpected feelings for Dazai Osamu, the enigmatic and troubled detective from the Armed Detective Agency. During a moonlit walk, their candid conversation reveals vulnerabilities and a mutual desire for connection. As they navigate their emotions and the unpredictability of their world, they find solace in each other's presence, discovering that even amidst darkness, there is light and hope to be found.

Requests are OPEN!

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You sat lost in thought, your gaze lingering across the room. The noise and chatter around you faded into a dull hum as your eyes fixated on him. Dazai Osamu, effortlessly alluring, stood there engaged in a conversation with some friends, his presence commanding the room with an air of nonchalance and mystery.

Your heart did an involuntary flip.

Do I like him?

The thought alone was both annoying and flustering. Dazai was known for his eccentric behavior and teasing nature, and you couldn’t help but feel a mix of admiration and frustration towards him.

As you wrestled with your feelings, he turned and caught your gaze. For a moment, time seemed to stop as the both of you stared into each other’s eyes. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint as he noticed the lovesick, yet frustrated look that had washed over your face.

With a confidence that bordered on arrogance, he sent you a small, almost subtle smirk and winked.

Your eyes widened in shock.

'What the hell? Did that bastard just wink at me?'

Your mind raced with thoughts, caught between exasperation and a flutter of excitement. The audacity of his gesture left you flustered, and you could feel the warmth creeping up your cheeks. How could he be so bold, so infuriatingly charming?

Dazai’s attention returned to his conversation, leaving you to process the heart-fluttering encounter. Despite your irritation, you couldn’t deny the magnetic pull he had on you. His enigmatic smile and playful demeanor left you wanting to know more, to understand the enigma that was Dazai Osamu.

As the evening wore on, you found it increasingly difficult to focus on anything but Dazai. His laughter echoed in your ears, each chuckle a tantalizing reminder of him. You tried to distract yourself by joining in on conversations with others, but your eyes kept drifting back to him, betraying your attempts at indifference.

Finally, unable to resist any longer, you excused yourself from your current group and made your way towards the refreshment table, conveniently close to where Dazai stood. You pretended to be interested in the array of snacks, but your mind was wholly occupied by his presence.

Dazai, ever observant, noticed your approach. He glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a sly grin forming on his lips. With a graceful ease, he wrapped up his conversation and sauntered over to you, his movements fluid and confident.

"Enjoying the party, Y/N?" he asked, his voice smooth and teasing.

You looked up, meeting his gaze head-on. "It's alright, I guess," you replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "How about you?"

"Oh, I'm having a wonderful time," he said, his tone dripping with irony. "Especially since I've got your attention."

You felt your face heat up again, cursing your body's reaction to his words. "I wasn't... I mean, you're not the center of my universe, you know."

Dazai chuckled, a rich, melodious sound that sent shivers down your spine. "Really? Because it seems like you can't take your eyes off me."

You opened your mouth to retort, but no words came out. He had caught you, and you both knew it. His proximity was intoxicating, his presence overwhelming your senses. The scent of his cologne mixed with the faintest hint of danger that always seemed to surround him.

"You're impossible," you finally managed to say, though your voice lacked the conviction you had hoped for.

Dazai leaned in closer, his face just inches from yours. "And yet, you can't seem to stay away."

Your heart raced, the space between you charged with unspoken tension. You could see the depths of his eyes, the secrets hidden behind his playful facade, you wanted to know more of him, what made him tick. What he was behind what he was trying to hide. In that moment, you realized that your feelings for him were far more complicated than mere annoyance or infatuation.

He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. "Care to join me for a walk? It's getting a bit stuffy in here."

You hesitated, knowing that accepting his invitation would only draw you deeper into his enigmatic world. But the allure of his presence was too strong to resist.

"Sure," you said softly, your voice barely above a whisper.

Dazai's smile widened, genuine and warm. "Excellent. Let's get out of here."

As he led you towards the exit, your thoughts swirled with anticipation and uncertainty. With Dazai, nothing was ever straightforward, but one thing was certain: this was only the beginning of a journey you couldn't turn back from.

The night air was cool and refreshing as you and Dazai stepped outside, the noise of the party fading behind you. The moon cast a gentle glow over the streets, creating an almost magical ambiance. You walked in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the rhythmic tapping of your footsteps against the pavement.

Dazai glanced at you, his eyes reflecting the moonlight. "So, Y/N, what were you thinking about back there?" he asked, breaking the silence. "You seemed pretty deep in thought."

You hesitated, unsure how much to reveal. "Just... life, I guess. It's been a lot lately."

He nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I get that. Sometimes it feels like the weight of the world is pressing down on you."

You looked at him, surprised by the depth of his response. "Yeah, exactly. How do you deal with it?"

Dazai chuckled softly. "By trying not to take things too seriously. Life is full of chaos and unpredictability, so why not embrace it?"

You sighed, a small smile playing on your lips. "Seems hypocritical, you know? You have very intense suicidal tendencies"

He stopped walking and turned to face you, his eyes intense. "True. But sometimes, you just need to find something, or someone, that makes the chaos worth it. I promised I would"

His words hung in the air, heavy with implication. You felt your heart skip a beat, the warmth of his gaze making you feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.

Before you could respond, Dazai reached out and took your hand. His touch was gentle, yet firm, grounding you in the moment.

"I know it sounds contradictory," he said softly, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles. "But even someone like me can find reasons to hold on. Reasons to fight the darkness."

Your breath caught in your throat, the sincerity in his voice piercing through your defenses. "Dazai..."

He smiled, a mixture of sadness and hope in his eyes. "I don't want to burden you with my struggles. But being around you... it makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, there's something more to this chaotic life. Everyone I've ever loved leaves me, and it can be hard to handle"

You squeezed his hand, your heart aching with empathy. "You're not a burden, Dazai. Everyone has their demons, and you don't have to face them alone."

For a moment, he looked taken aback, as if he hadn't expected your words to hold so much weight. "You really mean that?"

"Yes," you said firmly. "I do. And if you ever need someone to talk to, or just to be there, I'm here."

A rare, genuine smile spread across Dazai's face, and he pulled you into a gentle embrace. "Thank you, Y/N. That means more to me than you'll ever know."

You melted into his embrace, feeling the warmth and strength of his presence. In that moment, you realized that despite the darkness that clung to him, Dazai was a beacon of light in your life. And perhaps, you could be the same for him.

As you stood there, wrapped in each other's arms under the moonlit sky, you felt a sense of peace and connection that transcended words. The chaos of the world seemed distant, and for the first time in a long while, you both felt a glimmer of hope for the future.

[scumbag4scumbag]

Shameless Self-Promotion: Comments Requested

So, this fanfic universe kinda feels like my magnum opus of wrestling fic... I've written others, mostly AdaMJF/BTYBB fics (and I'm more than happy to share those links as well), but I started this CMJF verse with what was supposed to be a one-shot set in a world where Max is the heir to a rich New York family's business and fortune, and Punk is the older, poor as fuck, guitarist in a band who turned Max's life upside down. The first piece I wrote was Max drunkenly calling Punk after being abandoned a week before his wedding to Adam Cole, the guy his parents had approved of. But it grew... and grew... and grew.

Unfortunately, I've put in a lot of work, but haven't gotten much feedback on it. My AdaMJF stuff gets a decent amount of feedback, but CMJF not so much... maybe because they don't actually interact anymore, so the ship fandom is dying? IDEK. But I know there's a lot of AO3 writers on the old Tumblr, so I figure worst case? Nobody sees this and best case? I get some feedback!!

Anyways... without futher ado, let me link ya.

Toxicity Is a Virtue... or Something: A CMJF AU Universe Description: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the golden son of a wealthy New York family. CM Punk is his parents’ worst nightmare.

Part 1: Watch Me Turn Your Mind Into My Home Summary: Max is slumming at a punk rock club with his friends. Punk is playing that club with his band. Worlds collide and shit gets messy. In Progress

Part 2: Why Are You Here? Summary: It's been a few months since Maxwell Jacob Friedman and CM Punk broke up, and they've both moved on. Or so they both think. Complete - One-shot

Part 3: Pretty When You Cry Summary: Max thought he had finally found the person who would love him forever -- who would never break his heart -- in the person of Adam Cole. But as usual? Max thought wrong. -or- 5 times Adam truly smiled at Max and 1 time he tried to but failed. Complete - One-shot

Part 4: Sick Like Me Summary: Maxwell Jacob Friedman is the son of one of New York City's richest families, and as such, his parents have been planning his life for a long time. CM Punk is the much older, much poorer guy he dated 5 years ago. Adam Cole is the charmer Max's parents loved until he left him a week before their wedding. Larry just wants a treat. In Progress

[levans44]

Steve Rogers cafe au - (cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar masterlist

pairing: steve rogers x reader warnings: fluff, angst, hurt/comfort, slow build, eventual romance summary: running a tiny bakery+cafe offers little surprises to a creature of habit like her. ...that is, until Captain America walks in one day asking for a coffee recommendation. aka the Steve Rogers coffee shop AU no one asked for word count: 8.8k (complete)

Chapter 1 - house blend, hot, no milk or sugar

he changes everything with a single question.

Chapter 2 - choc chip cookies and milk

you happen to be baking cookies.

Chapter 3 - triple shot cold brew, pump of caramel

you meet a couple of his friends.

Chapter 4 - london fog, hot

you miss him.

Chapter 5 - tomato soup, garlic bread and merlot

you share a meal, a dance, and a kiss.

Chapter 6 - stay

you ask him to stay.

Chapter 7 - (cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar

you come full circle.

[itsawritblr]

Me working on my Ship:

My Writing Brain:

[gmariam19]

Curious about fanfic and endings so I'm trying out my first poll - thanks! :)

[ursulanoodles]

A new chapter of Affliction, Bliss, and a Second First Kiss is up!

I'm back from hiatus, hens! 😘

Chapter 80: To All the Seconds, Unforgiving

*TW* Suicidal ideation, mentions of alcohol abuse, and blood

A little update for you all:

After careful consideration, I've decided I'm going to be posting every other week instead of every week for my mental health. ���

Okay, bye.

[fictionfromthevoid]

Masterlist

LOTR/Hobbit

Headcanons:

Comforting Frodo through the journey to Mordor

Teaching Frodo how to swim

Oneshots:

They do what in the bedroom?!- an asexual comedy

Star Wars

Headcanons:

Being Anakin Skywalker's best friend

Saving Anakin Skywalker

One-shots:

Saving Anakin Skywalker - Mortis

YU-Gi-OH!

Headcanons:

Seto Kaiba hugging headcanons

Seto Kaiba affection headcanons

ACD Sherlock Holmes (original books)

Headcanons:

Being in a QPR with Sherlock Holmes would include

One-shots:

STOP TRYING TO FIND ME A WIFE (featuring AroAce Holmes)

BBC Sherlock

Headcanons:

Being childhood best friends with Sherlock

Marvel

One-shots:

Comforting Loki when he finds out that he is a frost giant

Headcanons:

Bucky Barnes x ex-red-room-agent! reader headcanons

[moonieee]

A fanart of one of my favourite fluff bingyuan fanfic: Green Shadows by Zarasu on ao3 🌼✨️

“What?” Shen Yuan asked, a little breathlessly.

The boy pointed his chubby finger at the book in Shen Yuan’s lap. “What are you doing?”

“Oh.” Shen Yuan looked down at the book. “I’m, hm…” He threw another look at the boy. Maybe the other boy would be interested in playing with him? “I’m an explorer!”

The other boy’s smile faded and he looked at Shen Yuan intensely. “I thought you were a human?”

In which a oneshot fanfic where Shen Yuan and Luo Binghe were childhood friends.

Notes: Holy shit i was so eepy when i post this and when i woke up, i realized from yall that i linked the wrong fics lol 🧍‍♀️ Anyway, i updated it thx u everyone who notify me abt it 💀 lmaooo

[dreamsteddie]

I love pre Season 3 Steddie AUs so much because there are so many opportunities for Eddie to be so incredibly jealous of his boyfriend's new best friend, Robin Buckley.

Eddie got so used to Steve spending basically every moment of free time he has with Eddie in some capacity, even if it's just them shooting the shit in the back of Eddies van getting high after a long day and he's come to covet his Steve Time like a precious treasure.

And then all of a sudden Steve has a friend his age??? A friend who doesn't have an 8PM curfew???? What the fuck??????

But Eddie doesn't want to be a toxic, controlling boyfriend who doesn't let his partner have a social life! He really doesn't! And he gets that Steve and Robin went through something together that they won't, can't, share with him and they need each other. But he got so used to having all of Steve's time that whenever he has to spend a Saturday night alone because Robin and Steve are having Boy Time watching a soccer game and talking about their crushes, instead of hitting up his own friends or working on a campaign or whatever he just pines and sighs by the window lamenting about whether or not his beloved will return from the war. Wayne hates it.

When Steve and Eddie see each other the next day having spent literally less than 24 hours apart, Eddie latches on like a limpet and demands to be consoled with a thousand kisses and a grilled cheese sandwich.

Eventually, once Steve and Robin are a little more settled after the events of Starcourt, the three of them start spending more time together as a trio which at least allows Eddie to hold his boyfriend during movie night. Eddie reluctantly admits that Robin is actually really cool and they become fast friends right up until Eddie realized Robin is stealing his boyfriend ON PURPOSE.

It's not all the time but what Eddie has come to learn about Robin Buckley is that she is a menace. She'll real you in with her sweet freckles and charming ramblings but she's always looking for a way to fuck with Eddie, especially if he's wronged her first. Eddie returns a tape without rewinding it? Steve won't be at band practice tomorrow, actually, because Robin needs someone to help with her art project due on Monday. Eddie got Cheeto dust on Robin's favorite sweater? Suddenly Robin and Steve have plans to get drunk and plan a way for Robin to ask Vickie out for Valentine's Day. No boyfriends allowed. Eddie stole Robin's favorite Steve Sweater before she could get to it on movie night? Steve rainchecks Eddie for their bi-weekly Let's Get High date because Robin is conveniently sick. Must be because she didn't have a jacket on movie night.

Once Eddie catches on it becomes a fierce game competition between the both of them. Steve acts like he's none the wiser, but he's secretly lapping up all the attention he's getting.

[that-weird-thing-in-the-woods]

:) I’m backkkk you all thought you could get rid of me

🛕Pharaoh Tucker with his “Wifes” Sam and Danny🛕

Yes I’m bringing attention to this like why is nobody talking about this????

Now let’s get into the main plot so Danny, Sam and Tucker have to GO and fast ( GIW or bad Fenton au either or. !!!Bonus points!!! If Danny got hurt and than it would make this so much funnier y’all get what I mean in a sec) and they all go to the ghost zone where they meet up with clockwork and he tells them that one of Tuckers earlier reincarnation made a place so in the future he’s good even if he doesn’t remember it so clockwork brings them to what looks like an ancient Egyptian empire with the civilians and the people who live there as the people who died in the past {sorry if this is a bit hard to read I am very tired} and they are brought to the place where clockwork just casually reveals that Tucker is the pharaoh ie: The King and Sam, Tucker and Danny take this very well for them this is a safe place for them to heal and live with the added bonus of helping with Danny’s obsessions (Protection and Space) and after a bit they gain the affection of the people and the…Protection of the people??? Because for the people they see that one of their queen (Danny) was hurt before the royals came here so they get a bit protective and for a bit of information here’s the main jobs of the trio

Tucker taking care of the rules and doing the main running of the empire

Sam takes care of the army and gardens of the empire ( making sure they have enough food and such )

Danny takes care of the people (who grown the most fond of ) and such

So you can see what I’m going for with this now here’s where the JL comes in so the empire was NOT in the ghost zone it is in its own little world but somehow the JL gets tipped off about a triving empire that NOBODY has made contact with so a group ( Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman, the flash, green lantern you know the works) goes to make contact and hopefully make allies with them so they go and are taken aback a bit by how much this place is triving and what to meet the people who made this happen so what the JL was expecting was a lest a adult but instead they got what looked like a 16-17 with what looked like two people the same aged sitting next to him on either side (!!!EXRA BONUS POINTS!!! If one of the supers helped Danny before the meeting) and someone makes the dumb decision to ask them where are the REAL rulers and the guards in the room ( who I forgot to mention ) get mad at them and become hostile to them and Sam has to clam them down and that’s all for the plot at the moment

Now on to the details let’s start with tucker I’m thinking about this

( just instead of blue it’s red) and for a head piece I’m thinking the good old classic 

It just fits

Now for Sam I’m thinking is for her outfit

But in darker colors because she’s SAM and for a head piece I’m thinking something like this

Nothing to big because she has to train the army and she’s outside a lot so if it’s anything to big I think it will just be annoying

For Danny this

Mixed with this

Because ye and for his hair piece I’m braining

This I think it looks neat

Now that’s all from me byeee

[todorokis-girl]

Lessons in the Shadow - Tachihara x reader

Tachihara trains a new member of the port mafia, and the romantic tension is palpable

Requests are OPEN!

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The underground training room of the Port Mafia was dimly lit, the only light coming from a few high windows that let in the faint, late afternoon sun. You stood in the middle of the room, feeling the weight of anticipation in the air. Michizō Tachihara, one of the Mafia's skilled and determined enforcers, leaned casually against the wall, his intense eyes fixed on you with an assessing gaze.

"You ready?" he asked, his voice a blend of challenge and encouragement.

You nodded, your heart pounding in your chest. Tachihara pushed himself off the wall and walked towards you, his movements precise and controlled. He stopped a few feet away, his eyes locking onto yours.

"First rule of combat," he began, "always be aware of your surroundings."

He moved so quickly that you barely had time to react. One moment he was standing in front of you, and the next, he was behind you, his arm around your neck in a loose but firm hold. You struggled for a moment, instinctively reaching up to grab his arm.

"Relax," he murmured in your ear, his voice carrying an edge of command. "Focus on your breathing."

You took a deep breath, trying to calm your racing heart. Tachihara released you and stepped back, his eyes gleaming with approval.

"Good. Now, let's work on your stance."

He positioned you with your feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent. His hands on your shoulders were warm, grounding you. You could feel his breath against your neck as he leaned in to adjust your posture, the closeness making your heart skip a beat.

"Remember, a solid stance is the foundation of everything."

He moved in front of you again, his expression serious but his gaze softening as it lingered on your face. "Now, throw a punch."

You hesitated for a moment before swinging your fist towards him. He caught it easily, his grip firm but not painful.

"Too slow," he said, his voice a low murmur. "Try again."

You tried again, faster this time. He deflected your punch with a swift movement of his hand, a small smile playing on his lips.

"Better. But you need to put more power behind it."

For the next hour, Tachihara guided you through various techniques, his instructions sharp and precise. He demonstrated each move with effortless grace, his eyes never leaving you. You could feel his intensity, his focus on every detail of your performance.

At one point, he grabbed your wrist and twisted it, forcing you to the ground. You gasped, the pain sharp but fleeting.

"Pain is a part of training," he said softly, his grip unyielding. "You need to learn to endure it."

He released you and helped you to your feet, his touch surprisingly gentle and lingering a moment longer than necessary.

"Again."

You nodded, determined to prove yourself. You attacked with renewed vigor, each movement sharper, more precise. Tachihara matched you blow for blow, his eyes never leaving yours. The way he watched you, intense and unwavering, sent a shiver down your spine.

"Good," he said, his voice a low rumble. "You're improving."

As the session drew to a close, you were drenched in sweat, your muscles aching. Tachihara handed you a towel, his expression softer now. His fingers brushed yours as you took it, the touch sending a jolt of electricity through you.

"You're doing well," he said quietly. "But remember, this is just the beginning. There's still much to learn."

You nodded, wiping the sweat from your forehead. Despite the exhaustion, you felt a sense of accomplishment. Tachihara's approval meant more to you than you cared to admit.

"Thank you," you said, your voice steady but with a hint of warmth.

He smiled, a rare, genuine smile that made your heart skip a beat. "Don't thank me yet. The real work begins tomorrow."

The following day, you arrived at the training room with renewed determination. Tachihara was already there, waiting for you. As you stepped into the room, he gave you a nod, his eyes meeting yours with a glimmer of something you couldn't quite place.

"Let's see how much you remember from yesterday," he said, his voice carrying a note of expectation.

The training session began much like the previous one, with Tachihara guiding you through various techniques. However, there was a noticeable change in the air—a sense of familiarity, of understanding. Each touch, each correction felt more personal, more intimate.

As the session progressed, Tachihara moved closer, his proximity sending waves of heat through your body. During a particularly intense drill, you found yourself pinned against the wall, Tachihara's body pressed against yours. His breath was warm on your face, his eyes dark and unreadable.

"You're getting better," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "But you need to be faster."

Your heart raced, not just from the exertion, but from the closeness of him. You nodded, barely able to find your voice. "I'll try."

He smiled, his gaze dropping to your lips for a fleeting moment before returning to your eyes. "Good."

As he stepped back, you felt a pang of disappointment, but it was quickly replaced by a surge of determination. You wanted to impress him, to earn his praise. You attacked with renewed vigor, each move sharper, more precise.

By the end of the session, you were once again drenched in sweat, your muscles aching. Tachihara handed you a towel, his fingers lingering on yours. The touch sent a familiar jolt of electricity through you, but this time, it was accompanied by a sense of connection, of understanding.

"You're doing really well," he said, his voice soft. "I'm impressed."

"Thank you," you replied, your heart swelling with pride.

He stepped closer, his eyes locking onto yours. "I mean it. You've got potential."

Your breath hitched as he reached up, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. His touch was gentle, his fingers warm against your skin. For a moment, you were lost in his gaze, the intensity of his blue eyes drawing you in.

"Tachihara, I..."

Before you could finish, he leaned in, his lips capturing yours in a soft, tentative kiss. Your eyes fluttered shut as you melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his chest. The kiss deepened, a surge of warmth flooding through you.

When he finally pulled back, his forehead rested against yours, his breath mingling with yours. "I'm sorry," he murmured. "I couldn't help it."

You shook your head, a smile tugging at your lips. "Don't be. I couldn't either."

He chuckled softly, his arms wrapping around you in a gentle embrace. "I guess training won't be the only thing we'll be working on from now on."

You laughed, the sound mingling with his as you held each other. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, you felt a sense of clarity, of purpose. Under Tachihara's guidance, you would become stronger, more capable. And together, you would uncover the mysteries of both the Port Mafia and each other.

[synthetic-venus]

The question came to mind as I was trying to lay the foundations for my next fanfiction. My initial choice was high school, but I soon realized that the experiences I wanted my characters to have were not consistent with their age and maturity. However, setting the story in a university adds its own set of difficulties. It can be harder to bring all of my characters together and have them spend time together. Therefore, I wanted to know your opinion on this matter.

[levans44]

chapter 7 (final) - (cap)puccino, w/ milk and sugar

Loud drumming against the counter. Nervous tips of her fingers bouncing against the marble as she bites her lip, eyebrows creased, gaze tracking his every tantalizing movement.

“So, do you like it?”

They were in her coffee shop behind the counter, 2 pm on a random Saturday. It was the rare occasion that Steve had decided to take the afternoon off from work, planning to visit her at the cafe. She spent all morning giddy in excitement, coming up with the perfect new drink with only one thing in mind.

“Ya know, I might just name this one after you.” She says, placing her finishing touches on her cup. Pretends like she didn’t make this drink exclusively for him. Soft and sweet upon first contact with the tongue, but much deeper, earthy notes hiding behind that layer of light, milky foam.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhmm” she nods giddily, before placing a playful finger on her chin.

“What to call it… hmm, how about the ‘Captain America special’?”

She laughs at the immediate frown on his face before continuing.

“The American Hero? Ooh, I know! The Mighty Patriot!"

He winces, “no, to all of that.”

“Ok...” she nods slowly and takes a step forward, corner of her mouth still raised in amusement.

“How bout a tall…” the fronts of her shoes bump against his, as her fingers make their way up the buttons of his blue shirt, teasingly slow.

“muscular…”

She raises herself on her tiptoes, nose almost brushing against his as she leans in close.

“…handsome blonde?”

He lets out a soft laugh, eyes diverting. Still a bit shy, but she’s come to adore that about him now.

“I could get behind that.”

She bites her lip, before leaning in for a quick kiss. With a warm hand squeezing around her waist, he doesn’t let her go. He pulls her in closer, thumb tracing small circles on her hip.

Then, a loud noise sounds from outside the shop, maybe a pedestrian or a car, and they pull back abruptly. It’s been about six months since they’ve started dating in secret, but you can’t ever be too careful about PDA when you’re with Captain America.

Before they get too discouraged about the ruined moment, she quickly reaches behind him for the finished coffee on the counter, thrusting it into his hands.

She licks her lips nervously, watching him stare down expectedly into the cup, and is reminded of the first time they met — that single Monday he walked in and tried her cappuccino.

“I painted those, ya know.”

His hand halts, as he looks up at her with a raised eyebrow.

“The paintings in the back?” She nudges her head in the direction of the corner both: their special spot.

“Back when you used to come in for coffee you always used to look at them and… well, I’ve always wanted to tell you that they’re mine.”

A bright smile lightens his eyes as his gaze shifts over to the back wall, adorned with new paintings she had framed just a few weeks ago. He speaks a few seconds later, voice quiet and laced with warmth.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“‘Cause you never asked.” She quips.

With an unreadable smile on his lips, he doesn’t respond, and instead raises the cup to his lips, maintaining eye contact as he takes a sip.

She holds her breath, feeling her stomach do small somersaults as she watches him swallow and lick his lips.

“Well, what do ya think?”

A pause for dramatic effect because she brings out the absolute worst in Captain America, before he grins ear to ear, nodding enthusiastically.

“That’s amazing.”

A quiet sigh of relief she’s determined for him not to hear.

“Really? You’re not just saying that, are you?”

“No, you know I never lie!” He chuckles, taking another sip. “This is very good.”

And just for the sake of evoking old nostalgia, just because she wants to catch him off guard and watch those cheeks tint pink, just because she can, she raises a question tickling the tip of her tongue.

“So you like it better than the cappuccino?"

She already knows his answer, but lets him pull her in close anyway. Closes the gap between their lips to feel just how wide his smile is. Hands curled around the back of his neck, as she savors the sweet taste of coffee on his tongue.

“Never.”

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[joelmillermylove]

Flowers for my girl 💐 (Blurb)

Warning: Just a bunch of fluff! 🥰

Pairing: Olderbf!Joel miller x f!reader

A/N: oh how I wish a man like Joel milller would bring me flowers just because he was thinking about me 😩

The door opens quietly, and Joel steps inside, eyes softening the moment they land on you. He’s had a long day at work and all we wanted was to see your face. In his hand, he’s holding a small bouquet of wildflowers, a handful of bright colors cradled in his rough, work-worn fingers. There’s a gentleness in his gaze as he walks over, his expression somewhere between tender and a little bit shy.

“Flowers for my girl,” he says, voice thick with warmth. “Couldn’t stop thinkin’ about you all day” Thought you might like somethin’ pretty.”

You take the flowers from him, feeling your heart swell at the unexpected gift. The blooms are a simple mix of wild colors, but somehow they feel more beautiful than anything you could imagine. He wanted to make you smile, just because he could.

Looking up at him, you can see the quiet love in his eyes, the way he’s watching you like he’s been craving you all day. He reaches up, his hand gently cupping your face, his thumb brushing over your cheek in a soft, steady touch. The world feels quieter, softer, as you lean into his warmth.

“Thank you baby” you whisper, voice full of emotion. You press the flowers close, breathing in their fresh scent as you let his love settle over you, warm and steady, like his love for you.

He pulls you into his arms, holding you close, you smell his Cologne, citrus and pine and the smell always made you feel safe. “I love you sweetgirl” his voice barely above a whisper.

You look up at Joel into his big brown eyes and smile “I love you, joel Miller”.

[pressureplus]

Ourmmm can I request a headcanon of nicknames Sebastion and the reader would give each other? Only if ur not busy of course 🙏🏾

This one's really cute, absolutely! nobody has any need to be shy here! ❤️

We're here for the fish content.

💖Sebastian Solace Nickname Headcannons💖

Warnings: N/A

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If You're Enemies:

• He's mean to most people but he's AWFUL to you

• Half of the things he uses to refer to you are curse words

• Bastard, Dumbass, Dickhead, ect... He can't even be bothered a good portion of the time, not with you

• And then there's days where he's feeling EXTRA

• "You look like your mother dropped you into a plinko machine."

• "Do you always act like you crawled out of the dredges of 4Chan?"

• "Oh, there's my favorite little insect!"

• The second he finds out you have mommy issues, he calls you motherless. You're missing your left eye, hand, leg, or ear? He'll call you Righty. Deformities and Mutations alike, he's petty and likes to take cheap shots

• Chance to call you by your name: 0%

If You're Acquaintances:

• You're probably a buyer, so Patron, Customer, Unfortunate Guest, and Expendable are all on the table

• If you work with him religiously, he might call you something special like 'Traitor' or 'Survivor'

• Customer Service says "try make sale", so he's most often short but sweet. Most of his mean commentary comes out when you're not in the shop

• "Oh, now, There's just the person I wanted to see! Welcome back."

• Doesn't talk to you much, so there isn't a ton of things he really calls you, you're towing a pretty neutral line

• Chance to call you by your name: 60%

If You're Friends:

• Actually genuinely wants you around, so now you get actual, meaningful interactions with this man other than buisness!

• He calls you Stupid and he calls you Clumsy, even occasionally calling you Reckless, Dummy, or Sucker

• If you're a little goblin, he calls you Crawler and Vermin

• And then he turns around and calls you Bestie, Favorite, and even Treat

• "Well if it isn't the Star of the Show!"

• Tends to lean towards positive interactions, as having someone he can truly call a friend to him makes him feel a little better about living in a place like this

• Chance to call you by your name: 40%

If You're Lovers:

• Oh God what have you done? How did you even get this far?

• He's SMOTHERING as a lover, and this absolutely extends to the way he refers to you

• Before, when you were Idiot, Crawler, or Treat? Now you're his little Idiot, Crawler or Treat

• "Is that my little star I see over there?"

• "Ah, there you are, my treasure, I was wondering where you'd gone off to."

• "There's my sweet little light, what are you doing?"

• "Are you doing well, my love? You aren't hurt?"

• "If it isn't my darling little diver."

• Likes that he's bigger than you not to emphasize that you're tiny and sweet to him

• Still hits you with something mean every now and then, probably poking fun at you in some way, most likely as an inside joke or a nickname from wherever your relationship started

• (RIP if y'all started as enemies, he's still going to be a bitch to you on his Extra days, it's a funny habit now... Though I guess now it's playful so you win some you lose some, right?)

• I'm sure you wouldn't have it any other way, you know the sassy fish you decided to keep very well by now

• Chance to call you by your name: 5%

[pedroscurls]

romantic getaway (one-shot)

summary: hugh takes you to greece for a romantic getaway after rumors of your relationship with him start to circulate the media... but there's no hiding it anymore. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader tags / warnings: fluff / smut (18+, mdni) - reader has some description (hair, outfit), unprotected p in v sex, oral (m receiving), missionary, prone bone position, creampie (oops), light spanking, no use of y/n. word count: 3.4k a/n: shout out to @lloydmustache for sending me this request! i'm so sorry it took so long, but i truly hope you enjoy it. i had so much fun writing it (and honestly that first pic definitely sidetracked me way too much lol but i ain't mad about it). as always, this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman.

“Let’s go to Greece,” Hugh tells you, hands resting on the edge of the kitchen counter, caging you in as you continue to make breakfast. 

“Greece? Oh, come on,” you gently nudge against him, trying to create some space between your bodies. 

“Let’s just get out of the spotlight. Have some fun. Just–” Hugh sighs, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches you scramble the eggs onto the heated pan. “A little getaway. Just me and you, baby.”

You bite your lower lip, contemplating his offer. It had been a few months since meeting Hugh at the after party of the release of Deadpool & Wolverine. You hadn’t expected to meet him, no less spend the entire night attached at the hip. You were there as a plus one with one of the crew members who had abandoned you once the after party started. So, you were at the bar, hand gripping the glass of wine as you felt completely out of place. 

Until Hugh Jackman approached you and made you feel completely at ease. He didn’t have to talk to you, didn’t have to spend the entire night with you, but he did and you would be lying if you said you didn’t jump at the chance to go home with him. You didn’t normally do this – one night stands – but Hugh never pressured you into something you didn’t want to do. You had gone home with him that night and stayed up the entire night, just talking until the sun rose and you kissed him. 

You didn’t get home until later that afternoon, truly satisfied and a memory that you would hold dear to you. You didn’t think anything would come of it – the one night stand – but after having exchanged numbers with Hugh, you both continued to text and call each other even after the fact. 

You both had to figure out a way to sneak around without Hugh getting caught by the paparazzi and it was tough for a few weeks. He was still riding the high of the success of his movie with Ryan, so whenever he stepped out, there was always a camera in his face. He was always polite, always considerate, but he missed you. Wanted to spend more and more time with you as the weeks passed. 

But you both got a bit too comfortable with the routine. The paparazzi started to pick up on the times that Hugh would leave, where he would go, and a few even caught a glimpse of you entering his building. So, as the months passed and your relationship with him progressed, rumors about Hugh’s love life began to circulate. 

HUGH JACKMAN RUMORED TO BE OFF THE MARKET AFTER DIVORCE?

HUGH JACKMAN - NO LONGER SINGLE?! 

HUGH JACKMAN RUMORED TO HAVE BEEN GETTING COZY WITH MYSTERIOUS WOMAN AT DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE AFTER-PARTY?

It was difficult to navigate the rumors, difficult to see the comments from his fans. You weren’t used to this type of commitment where it wasn’t only Hugh’s love life on full display for the entire world, but that meant that you would be thrust into the spotlight too. 

You weren’t famous. No one knew who you were. You were “normal” in the sense that you weren’t in the industry like Hugh. 

But Hugh reassured you. With every hateful comment or new headline, Hugh was there to make sure that you knew those things didn’t matter to him. 

He’d tell you: “You make me happy and that’s all that matters to me, baby.” 

Now, you’ve become desensitized to the rumors, to the comments. You put all your focus on Hugh and your relationship with him. There are still moments that make you think otherwise, but Hugh knows you enough now where he can sense when your thoughts begin to drift. 

“So, Greece?” Hugh whispers, turning his head to press soft kisses along the side of your neck. “It’ll be amazing. Think about it. Beautiful sunsets, amazing food, nights on the boat…”

You shut your eyes and rest your head back against his shoulder, granting him further access along your neck. “Okay,” you whisper. “Let’s do it.” 

Hugh grins against you and wraps his arms around you, holding you close to him. “Perfect. I’ll go ahead and plan everything, baby. Let me take care of you.”

“You always take care of me,” you laugh quietly. 

“It’s not enough,” Hugh whispers. “You deserve everything.” 

—

You’ve fallen in love with Greece, but you have to wonder if it’s because of the location or if it’s because you’re here with Hugh. You’re able to be out with him in public – kissing, holding hands, going out to dinner. It gives you a glimpse of what you’ve been missing all along since this relationship began all those months ago. 

You’re on the boat, dressed in an oversized white button-up shirt over a white bikini. You’re lying back, allowing the sun to gaze down upon you until you hear Hugh let out a loud woo! followed by a loud splash of water. You lean up on your elbows and look over the railing to see Hugh come up to the surface, bringing his hands to brush his hair away from his face as the water trickles down his upper half. 

You bite your lower lip and allow your eyes to rake over his frame, all tan and muscular and a large grin lining his lips. He’s so dreamy and you still can’t believe that you’re here with him and that he’s chosen you to be with.

“Come on in, baby,” he exclaims, smiling up at you. “The water feels amazing.”

“I have to finish this chapter–”

“You can finish it later. Come join me.” Hugh interjects. 

You smile and then shrug off the button up shirt, walking towards the edge as you look down at Hugh. You can see him gazing up at you, tongue darting out to lick his lower lip as his eyes run across your frame. 

“Oh yeah, definitely join me, baby. You look amazing.” 

You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you jump into the water. You swim further up to the surface and stroke your hair away from your face as Hugh swims in your direction, his arms immediately coming to wrap around your waist. He pulls you flush against him as he leans in to peck your lips lightly. 

“I don’t ever wanna leave,” you tease him, your own arms wrapping around his shoulder and your legs wrapping around his waist. 

“It’s been an amazing vacation so far, baby,” Hugh whispers, leaning in to press his forehead against yours. “At least we have another week here.” 

You bite your lower lip, eyes gazing into his own as you feel your bodies sway in the water. “Hugh?”

“Yeah, honey?” 

“I want to be able to do this with you when we get back home,” you admit. 

Hugh’s eyes glimmer with excitement, with hope. “Yeah?” 

You nod, playing with his hair at the nape of his neck. “Yeah. I’m tired of sneaking around.”

“So, I can show you off? Take you out to dinner in the city? Go for walks in the park?” 

“Yeah,” you repeat with a smile. “I’d like that very much.” 

Hugh lets out a sigh of contentment and leans in to press his lips against yours. He didn’t think that anything would happen when he met you that one night all those months ago. Deadpool & Wolverine had given him another chance at playing a character he loved, but it had also given him you. He can still remember the way you looked that night, the way you seemed so out of place, but even amongst all the cast and crew members and even other celebrities, Hugh found comfort and peace in you. 

“Once we get back to New York, you’re staying the entire week at my place,” he says, pulling away slowly. 

“Not gonna get tired of me?” 

Hugh’s hand dips lower until he holds you up against him by your backside. His fingertips brush against your clothes sex, watching as your eyes flutter. “Never, baby.” 

—

Back at the hotel, you’re getting dressed when you hear Hugh curse under his breath. He walks into the bathroom, looking over at you with an apologetic look on his face. He’s shirtless, wearing only a pair of jeans with his phone in his hands. 

“What is it?” You ask, running the towel over your damp hair. 

“Someone,” he sighs and walks over to you. Hugh hands you his phone and then crosses his arms over his chest as he leans against the bathroom counter. “Someone took a photo of us earlier today and posted it. It’s all over the media. Magazines have already written headlines for it. It’s everywhere.” 

You set the towel down and tighten the robe around your body as you look at the pictures that some fans must have taken of you both earlier that day. You bite your lower lip, scrolling through a few more before you set the phone down. 

“Hugh–”

“I’m sorry, baby.”

“Hugh–”

“We’ll figure something out and–”

You reach over and rest a hand on his broad chest, gazing up at him. “Baby, it’s okay.” 

“It’s okay?”

“We were gonna tell everyone eventually, right?”

“But not like this.” 

“I know, but I guess that’s the price you pay for being so famous,” you tease. 

Hugh sighs and rests his hands on your hips. “You sure you don’t mind?” 

“I know what I was getting into when I decided I wanted to be with you, Hugh.” You move your hands up his chest and rest them on his shoulders, giving them a gentle squeeze. “And besides, we look in love. I’m in love.” 

Hugh’s eyes widen slightly, a slow grin appearing on his lips. “Love, huh?” 

“Yes,” you admit, leaning up on your toes to peck his lips. You lean against him, lacing your fingers at the nape of his neck as his arms snake around you. “I’m in love with you and honestly, I’m tired of sneaking around with you.” 

“Are you sure, baby?” Hugh asks quietly, hesitantly. “I just– I don’t wanna scare you away. People can be…”

“Mean? Hateful?” You sigh. “I know all of that, Hugh. But you make me happy and that’s all that matters to me,” you repeat. 

Hugh sighs contentedly. “I’m in love with you too, baby.”

You look in his eyes and smile to yourself, pulling back to run your hand along his chest, feeling the muscle and hair beneath your fingertips. “Do we have to go to lunch?” 

Hugh’s eyes darken as he gently reaches for the knot in your robe, undoing it slowly and pushing the robe off your shoulders. It pools around your ankles, staring up at him innocently as you stand fully exposed in front of him. 

Hugh can feel his jeans become tighter in the center as he reaches down to squeeze his length, growling lowly. His eyes take in your frame, biting his lower lip. When he sees you drop to your knees in front of him, Hugh grins to himself and moves his free hand to tangle itself in your damp hair.  

“Baby, we have reservations and–” his words cut off when he feels your hands undo the zipper and button on his jeans, pulling it down his legs with his boxers. It relieves the much needed pressure as he looks down at you, your hand coming up to grasp his base and gives it a gentle squeeze. His hands grip the edge of the bathroom counter as a low groan escapes his lips. 

“We can skip lunch,” you tell him, leaning forward to dart your tongue out at his leaking tip. You smile up in his direction as you wrap your lips around his head and slowly begin to suck. 

Hugh’s eyes flutter as his hand in your hair tightens. He loves seeing you like this, on his knees with his cock in your mouth. He tries to keep his eyes open, but the more you take of him, the harder it becomes. Your saliva is slick along his base and he feels your cheeks hollow as you take more of him into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Hugh moans, shifting his hips forward until he feels his tip hit the back of your throat. He hears you gag at that and looks down to see tears stinging the corners of your eyes at the slight thrust he delivered. When he feels you begin to quicken your pace, Hugh has to pull away. He knows he’ll get close to finishing if you keep that up. 

“On the bed,” Hugh demands, chest heaving as he sees you stand upright. You bat your eyelashes in his direction and Hugh’s eyes narrow, stepping up to you as his manhood brushes against your abdomen. “Get on the bed, baby.” 

You nod, but slowly lean in to press your lips against his. You try to deepen the kiss, try to slide your tongue past his lips, but he doesn’t let you. You bite down gently on his lower lip once he pulls away, hearing him let out a loud groan. 

“Yes, sir,” you tease, walking towards the bed. You’re about to lie on your back when Hugh shakes his head and gently flips you onto your abdomen. You go to prop yourself on all fours, but Hugh instead straddles you from behind. He presses a hand on your lower back and makes your front press firmly into the mattress. Hugh places his legs on either side of yours, using his hands to spread your cheeks apart as he sees the length of your sex glisten with your arousal. 

Slowly, you turn your head to look at him from over your shoulder. You bite your lower lip and feel the head of his manhood brush against your opening. “Hugh, please…” 

Hugh smirks and slowly slides into your heat, a loud moan leaving his lips. In this position, your walls encompass his length, soft and warm, tight and welcoming. He slides further into you, your wetness and your saliva from earlier providing just enough lubricant to push into you. Both of his hands move to rest on the mattress at either side of your hips as he pulls his hips back, pulling out to his tip, before he thrusts back into your tight heat. 

Your hands come up to grip the sheets of the mattress. You feel so full of him and in this position, you feel every inch of his throbbing length. You bury your face into the mattress, letting out a loud moan as Hugh’s hips pick up its pace. The sound of his skin slapping against yours mixes in with the sounds of your moans, and with how wet you’re increasingly continuing to get. Hugh’s thrusts are seamless, easy, and your walls begin to give way to his size. 

“Hugh, oh my god.” You arch your back and you feel his hands move to rest on your hips as he rolls his hips into you. 

Hugh watches his length move in and out of you, seeing his manhood slick with your arousal. He groans, feeling your walls begin to tremble around him. “God, you feel good baby,” he whispers, leaning down so his lips hover near your ear. “You like that?” 

His voice is so deep – he’s so deep. Your toes curl inwards at the sensation and his entire frame is crowding you, caging you into the mattress as he continues his rough thrusts. 

“Y– Yes! Please, Hugh, I’m so close–”

“Oh, I know, baby. Gonna give it to you,” he says, nipping at your earlobe. 

“Oh god,” you moan, eyes shutting tight as you feel your walls clench around him tightly. Your body trembles as you reach your high, and Hugh has to deliver a sharp thrust to fill you to the hilt to allow you to ride it out. When he pulls back just a bit, you’re overcome with a flood of sensations and you reach back to push his hips away, to give some space, but Hugh doesn’t let up. 

“That’s it, baby,” he groans, grabbing your wrist and placing it against your lower back. 

“Hugh, please, I don’t know if I can–”

He delivers a hard thrust, his tip hitting your cervix and you practically let out a scream at the movement. Hugh grins proudly to himself, pulling out momentarily to flip you onto your back. Hugh spreads your legs apart for him and settles between them, sliding back into you with ease. 

He takes your hands and pins them above your head as his thrusts become more sloppy, more erratic as he feels himself get closer and closer to the edge. Slowly, Hugh laces your fingers together, eyes focused solely on you. He always loves seeing you come undone – the way you struggle to keep your eyes open, your mouth already formed in an ‘o’ shape with a series of moans escaping. 

And it’s all because of him. 

Hugh thrusts once, twice, three times before he paints your walls with his come. He’s breathing heavily and you’re doing the same. He releases his hold on your hands to instead cup your cheeks, your eyes dazed with a small smile lining your lips. 

“I should get on my knees more often,” you tease, feeling his come slowly trickle down your legs when he pulls out. 

Hugh chuckles, shaking his head. “We won’t get anything done if you do.”

—

Later that evening, Hugh wanted to take you out on the boat for dinner with a view. You’re both leaning against each other with a glass of wine. His arm drapes around your shoulders as you lean into him, watching the sunset along the water. 

There’s a sense of freedom that washes over you when you know that you no longer have to hide your relationship with him. It’s freeing to know that you can step out in public with him and not have to worry about getting caught. 

“Hey,” he whispers, gently nudging your temple with the bridge of his nose.

You turn your head to look up at him, smiling in his direction. “Hm?”

“You mind if I take a picture of you and post it?” 

You bite your lower lip. “Why of me? Not of us?”��

Hugh just shakes his head. “I wanna start showing you off,” he smiles. 

“Make sure I look good, at least?” 

Hugh chuckles. “Baby, you always look good.” Then, he takes his phone out and positions the camera to face you. You don’t bother to look at the camera because you’re so focused on him. He’s grinning from behind his phone and you aren’t sure if he’s already taken the picture because he doesn’t give you a countdown. 

Then, he tells you to look off into the distance. 

“Ah, so you’re giving me poses now, are you?” you laugh quietly, looking towards the sunset with a smile on your face. 

Hugh doesn’t respond, just continues to take several more pictures. “God, I’m in love with you,” he whispers. 

You turn to face him, a large grin on your face as your eyes sparkle with so much love and adoration. “I’m in love with you too, Hugh.” 

He smiles to himself and then looks down at his phone, selecting his most favorite photo that he had just taken. Once he posts it on his Instagram, he captions it: I want to love you under the sunlight.

You look over at his post and smile to yourself, cheeks heating up. “Such a romantic.”

“You make it easy,” he smiles, pulling you back into his arms. 

You smile and lean back against him, letting out a contented sigh as you feel his lips rest against the crown of your head. “Hugh?” 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“I love you.” 

Hugh squeezes you into him, arms tight around your waist. “I love you too, baby. More than you know.”

---

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